TRIGGER WARNING:
THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE AND MANIPULATION. IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE TOPIC, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
(Note: this takes place before the beginning of the mod, and BF is like- about 8 or so here? Also this may or may not have been inspired by youre a useless child by kikou- anyway, enjoy the story!)
They were the epitome of perfection.
A tall, strong man, accompanied by his beautiful wife, and their son, who was just like them. A son, who which had shared the same gift as them.
You see, the fairests were well known within the music industry and their son, Benjamin, was supposed to be their successor.
Every day they had tried their best to convince him that this was the best thing for him, but yet, he continued to be stubborn and refuse to listen. Yeah, they were picture perfect on the surface, but if only they knew what went on behind closed doors..
Mother Mairest was simply doing her plain duties as a housewife as she stood at the sink, washing some dishes that were left in the sink,
Scrubbing each item down in soap before rinsing it off, placing them in the dish rack.
She sighed to herself, beginning to let her thoughts take over as they drowned out the sound of the sink, becoming muffled as she continued to clean on autopilot.
"I know he's capable of doing it.. I've heard his voice before- he's quite good compared to other kids his age.. he has the potential, if only he'd just stop being so stubborn."
She's suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, all sound rushing in a flash, the first thing she heard was not the flowing water, no, it was the sound of a small but defiant voice raising.
"I don't WANNA be a singer. I like doing it, but just sometimes! I don't wanna it to be my job!"
Mother had turned the faucet off, shaking the water off of her hands as she turned to where she heard the yelling, and began to listen in.
"Go ahead, yell at me again."
A much more mature voice had responded to the younger's in a threatening matter, the younger's voice immediately beginning to shift in tone, filling with remorse.
"W-Wait, no- I didn't m-mean to yell at you-"
The smaller was then interrupted as a harsh slap could be heard, followed by a pained yelp.
Mother Mairest couldn't help but wince at the sound, as much as she hated hearing those noises, she knew it was the only way Benjamin would know who's in charge, and at least try to listen. As much as she didn't like it, it was necessary.
It was the only way that brat could be put into his pla—
"That's what I thought. Maybe that'll teach you not to yell at your parents."
She could hear the sound pitiful whimpers, followed by hiccups as if the noises were trying to be choked back. However, she could tell the efforts were futile, as the next sound that followed were small sobs, that started to dissolve into loud cries. It genuinely sounded painful.
The more mature voice groans in annoyance, sounding as sharp as a tact, and stern.
"Will you stop? It was just a slap. That's nothing to cry about! Why are you so damn sensitive?"
Those words didn't seem to be very helpful, as the sobbing only continued, if not increasing.
"IF YOU DON'T STOP, I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT-!"
The smaller's voice stammered with each word, struggling to speak at all.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I'll listen!"
The next thing Mother Mairest saw was her husband storming out of a room, and into the living room, he grumbled,
"You better be."
With a look of impatience, he turns to his wife, and gestures to the room.
"Shut him up, I can't stand that noise."
He then walked over to the couch, sitting on it as he picked up a small box from the coffee table, opening it to take out a cigar.
He had a lighter in his pocket already, so he just lit it up as he grumbled to himself, trying to cool off as he took a drag from the cigar.
Mother Mairest rolled her eyes a bit. There goes having a quiet afternoon...
God, she loved Benjamin to bits and pieces, but why did he have to be such a crybaby?
With a heavy sigh, she began walking towards her sons room.
"Here we go again."
She muttered before she peeked inside his room, to find the sight of Benjamin laying flat on his bed, muffling his sobs into his pillow.
She hesitated a little, before knocking on the wooden doorframe.
"Benji..? Are you alright?"
She had put on the most loving tone she could muster, a soft but worried smile strained across her face as she looked at him.
And much like she expected, he had jolted, hiccuping as he rubbed his eyes dry as if he wasn't just sobbing his eyes out a few minutes ago.
"W..what..?"
Benjamin sat up as he looked up at his mother. His voice was quiet, afraid if he'd speak any louder, he'd set either one of them off again.
"Benji.. what's wrong?"
She spoke softly, as she walked into his room fully, taking a seat at the foot of his bed right beside him.
"W-why.. why does dad hit me? W-what did I do wrong..? Does he hate me???"
The child hiccuped again, tensing up slightly when he felt arms wrap around his small body, pulling him into an embrace. He relaxed a little bit, returning the gesture as he gripped onto her softly with a whimper.
He further relaxed as her fingers began to run through his hair, her other hand rubbing his back gently every now and then.
"Noo.. Sweetie- He doesn't hate you-"
She spoke in a soothing tone, as she reassured the other.
"He just does those things because he wants what's best for you.. he wants you to be happy-"
The child looked up at his mother, eyes still watery as he let out a small hiccup once again.
"He d-doesn't..?"
"No, he doesn't."
She continued to affirm-
"Sometimes we get mad at you and say things we don't mean to- but we do it because we love you.. we're just trying to help you with your future and to make sure you're happy- and.. sometimes we have to do it the hard way when you won't listen..."
She continues to brush her fingers through his hair, holding him a little closer as he began to calm further.
"As long as you listen to us, you'll be fine.. can you do that for me, Benji?"
Benjamin just.. slowly nodded his head, staying in silence as he started to rest his head against her chest, continuing to hug her.
"That's a good boy.. I love you, Baby."
She had smiled down at him, moving her hand to cup the boy's cheek, wiping off some of the tears off his face that hadn't dried yet.
"I.."
Benjamin hesitated a little, before speaking up in a tiny, hoarse voice.
"I-I love you too..."
END.
Author's note:
Ooh boy i found this difficult to write, poor softie though-
I apologize for the first story on here being an angst, I just got highly motivated as this idea popped into my head-
I tried my best to capture the effect of toxic relationships here the best I could, I personally haven't been through an abusive situation, so I apologize if I've gotten anything inaccurate.
On a lighter note, I am a huge fan of the soft mod and find it to be a huge comfort to me, so I might write more about it here!
Anyway, more stories will hopefully arrive sooner, I just need to get my shit together and get motivated lol
I hope you enjoyed!
See you next time!