*5 years ago(Ben was 16)*

Today is the last day of winter break, tomorrow I'll be on a plane back to England. The gym incident has gotten me a little shaken up, so I'm going to go to the city tonight for a few hours to clear my head.

"Kay guys, I'll be back in a few hours"

"Benjamin, where are you going at this time of night?" my father asked from the kitchen

"Oh, I just wanted to get a few things before going back to the academy"

"Okay then, call me when you get where your going"

I let out a frustrated sigh "yes father, but you know I'm not ten any more"

"I know that and I also know that you probably want to borrow my truck, am I right"

"Yes, you know I would rather drive"

He got up and walked up to me and said"If I find out you got drunk and drove home and don't wreak and get killed then I'll make sure you get killed, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir" I said with no emotion

"Then here" he said handing me the keys to his old truck. I walked out the door and went the beaten up old green truck and hopped in. I wonder how this thing still runs, it must be several years older than me for sure. It has no heat, no radio, and the seats are a piece of shit, but I'm not going to complain. It was a twenty minute drive to the city, I'm not really sure what I'm going to do I just wanted to go somewhere. I'm now kind of regretting only wearing a sweater because at night it is very chilly and the cold is now starting to seep through my skin. My body was betraying me, I started to shiver. Keeping my hand rigid on the steering wheel trying to ignore the cold, I nice beer was becoming very tempting. Time seemed to fly by, in no time at all I was pulling up and parking at a curb, turning off the truck it made a noise almost like groan, that can't be good. I made my way down the streets until I found what I wanted, a dealer. I slid into the alley way make not a sound, a scruffy young man maybe the age of twenty was crouched in a corner, possibly dhampir if I'm correct.

"Hey" I called out

"Go away boy, you don't know what you'll get your self into"

"Oh, but you see I have sunk both feet in now, I can't turn back. And I'm not as much of a boy as you think I am."

"Really? You look like boy, quit while you can"

I laughed with no humor "I can pay what ever price because its killing me now, might as well do it the right way"

"Foolish boy" he said and swiftly got up to me, he was no taller than me and he had scars on his neck and he looks stoned.

"Oh I see, you're a blood whore aren't you?" he had the scars of one "talk about a hypocrite. So is it as kinky as you thought it would be?"

"Are you looking for trouble boy, because I think you found it" he said then quickly pulled out a knife "and no, it was a stupid mistake just like the one your making now" I didn't know how to protect myself from a knife, so much for all the training they give us because its all useless.

"I don't make mistakes; I do everything for a reason"

"Your to cocky" he said, he lunged at me with the knife I tried to dodge but I wasn't fast enough. Searing pain tore through my right thigh, I yelled out in pain.

I woke up laying in an odd position in the alley way. I pulled out my phone, shit it was almost midnight; I was going to be dead because of my father unless I didn't die of blood loss first. I couldn't call for help, what would I say, yeah dad I was a jack ass and got myself stabbed could you come help me, I would be dead if I did that. I got up pain making my muscles twitch and limped out of the alley way. Putting my hands in my pocket I felt for my wallet and bottle, pulling them out a note dropped to the ground. I bent down to pick it up, a tearing feeling in my thigh caused me to gasp.

I have my scares from my mistakes you have one from yours, thanks for the cash much appreciated.

I opened up my wallet, I only had thirty five dollars left out of a hundred and there where more pills in my container. My pant leg was soaked with blood and I probably looked like an ax murderer, I rubbed my face with my hands, what was I going to do. My leg probably needs stitches…oh! I know, but first I need to get to a drug store that was still open. I limped down the street the wet blood oozing down my leg making me feel even colder. I finally found a 24/7 drug store and walked in, breathing in the warm air was much nicer that the icy cold outside air.

Limping past the register going to the medical section the young woman at the register called to me "Hey, are you alright? Do you need me to call somebody for you?"

"No, I'll live" I winced again at my leg. Grabbed all the supplies I needed, rubbing alcohol, antibacterial ointment, butterfly bandages, cotton, and bandaging tape.

I brought everything to the register and the woman looked at me bug eyed "What happened to you anyway?"

"It's a long story that I care not the explain"

"Okay…do you at least need help?"

"Not unless you're a nurse" I said dryly not expecting her to say more

"Well a mater a factly, I am. I'm only here tonight filling in for a friend" she proudly said

"Well then this isn't as bad of a day as I thought" I sighed. She pulled up a stool for me to sit on, I pulled up my pant leg to my thigh, and the gash look like it came right from a horror flick. I don't know why I'm wondering this but if this happened to Kevin how would he even get those tight jeans he wears off?

"This is going to sting a little just to warn you" she said opening the bottle of alcohol.

"By the way, what's your name, you haven't told me or are you going to stay mysterious?" she asked but poured the alcohol in the wound before I could say anything, I gasped out.

"I think I'm going to stay mysterious" I said after some of the pain let up.

"Ok then Mr. Mysterious" she said smileing, pouring more alcohol in the gash and rubbing it with a cotton ball.

"BLODDY HELL! Do you enjoy causing people pain" I wined

"No just fixing things. Winey boy, your going to have to go too the hospital and get stitches in this I can only clean it enough to stop the bleeding"

"No, I'm not going to a hospital"

"You need to" she said finishing putting on the butterflies (AN for those who do not know, butterflies are a special type of bandage that holds the skin together on a wound, kinda like stitches)

"I'm not going"

"This is going to get infected and could kill you if you don't" she said pulled the bandaging tape tight.

"Oww, not so tight"

"Well, I'm all done, but you really need to go to the hospital"

"Thanks" I said to the woman then gingerly pulled down my pant leg. The woman said don't worry about paying for the stuff, so that left me with the thirty five dollars, more than enough to get something to eat. I stopped by a fast food restraint and got two burgers and a soda. The junk food tasted so good, the academy never has junky food like this. Now that I have eaten after lord knows how many days, I have to go home and face my father…oh joy.