••Benjamin••

*checks his watch* Bedtime. Now. *turns to leave*

*he lies down, staring blankly at the ceiling*

*flips off the light switch without another glance*

*pauses at the stairs, muttering* Good. Maybe he learned. *continues down without looking back*

*I don't eat and just hide the plate under my bed*

*storms back upstairs* SHOW ME YOUR PLATE. NOW.

*he glares at you* where were you!? *he raised his voice* I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO IN THAT PARTY AND YOU DARE SNEAKEING OUT!? *he raised his hand and slapped you*

*he holds his cheek, tears already forming* I-im sorry.....

*grabs your wrist firmly, grip tightening with cold precision* Don’t even THINK about leaving without my permission again. You’re grounded. NO phone. NO friends. NO getting out of bed for meals. *voice drops dangerously* You’ll eat what I bring. Only.