Into the Cradle
Chapter Five: Ben
He was guilty.
(might as well be convicted)
Ben was wracked with it. He had left her. The baby had been at her house for two weeks when he realized something. An epiphany. Ricky was always there. He was there in the morning before school and he was there after school and he was there at night and he was there during the weekends. Always.
Ben had snapped.
(burning)
Seeing that guy around his Amy, not able to stop him, it had snapped him. Snapped him like a dry twig in Califorina. The snap had started an inferno in him. The acid in his stomach boiled. His flesh was hot. All he saw was red. He could not even see the love he once had for Amy. Just red.
(the queen of hearts had worn red too in alice in wonderland)
Ben hated.
He hated the baby because it was Ricky. He looked at it – the monster – and saw only Ricky. Ricky with that insufferable smirk. The good looks. The smooth voice. The blue eyes. The cheek bones. He hated the guy so much that it blurred Amy's baby.
(all he saw was the red now)
Amy loved wearing red. She said it made her warm. He hated her too. She had let Ricky touch her, love her.
(snow white what a joke)
He was smothering.
Ben left before he could hurt anyone. He knew she cried, but the tears never put out the red fires in his red heart.
(he was a shame)
My reasoning: It's not that I don't like Ben ( I really do), it's just he strikes me as young and naive. He's not in touch with the real world. Besides, teenagers have angst in the bucket loads. So, some angst. :)