Beckett P.O.V

I didn't sleep, I couldn't. I had been thinking about the bruise on my mother's cheek, my little Bryan's cheek cut from whatever Ronald had hit him with.
I laid there on my bed, hands tucked behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. There were a few glow-in-the-dark stars stuck there from when I was younger; when times were a lot more simpler. I glanced over to the side of me, noticing the time on my alarm clock. It was seven o'clock, I had been awake for almost twenty-hour hours. I waited for my mom to emerge from her room, heading downstairs to start her day. She'd make breakfast for me and the other kids, then, she'd hurry to make her obese husband enough food to keep him from hitting her- not that food every stopped him.

Growling, I rolled over on my side. Every single day, I would wake up, and hope that his fat heart would give in during the day. Or, that somebody at one of the bars he'd visit regularly after work, would strike him hard enough on the head with a glass bottle that it would put him into a coma. I bit my lip, restless, deciding that it would be better for me if I just got up.
I began to pace back and forth, my hands under my chin, eyes squinting as I thought.
"How are we going to pull this off?" I mumbled to myself, the floorboards creaking underneath me. "It needs more planning," I said quietly, "but there's no time to plan. Everything's falling into place already. I just need to make sure that everybody's truly onboard."

"Beckett? Are you awake?" My mother whispered outside my door. I stopped walking, letting out sigh.

"Yes momma." I said, lowering my arms so that they were by my side. She stepped inside, closing the door behind herself. Switching the light on, she frowned at me, looking me up and down.

"You haven't slept? have you?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. I shook my head- I would never be able to lie to that woman, she meant the world to me. She loved each and every one of her children as much as she could, and I knew that I was a big hindrance to her, being such a fuckup. "Oh sweetie." She cooed with a frown, shuffling over to wrap her arms around me. She was warm, her soft blonde hair tickling my nose. "Nightmares?" She asked, pulling away from me, holding my face so that she could see my properly.

"No momma, I was just thinking. I lost track of time." I admitted- although some of that was a white lie. I was thinking of all of the ways that I possibly could to destroy Ronald King- the bane of our lives. Although I would never tell her that. She'd tell me to stop being so ridiculous, and that she loved Ronald with all of her heart.

"You look sick, look at your eyes- my poor handsome boy. Come downstairs, I'll make you some eggs before the kids wake up." She smiled, I copied her.
I obediently followed after her, the stairs creaking underneath the combined weight of the both of us. I tucked my hand into my pocket, feeling nothing. My stash was upstairs, I had forgotten that mother had confiscated yesterday's stash. I let out a sigh, following her into the kitchen, sitting down at the breakfast bar. Taking a spatula out of a broken drawer, she pointed it at me, pulling a face. "What's troubling you, son?" She asked sternly, keeping her eyes on me.

"Nothing momma. I-I just - I don't know. I'm just going through some things. Mental things, you know?" I said, using my hands to try and explain the fact that I was thinking about bludgeoning her good for nothing husband with a pipe.

"Beckett, I know when you're lying to me. I'm your mom, you can tell me anything. Is it a girl? Is it a boy?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"I'm not gay, ma, and it's not about a girl." I said, looking away from her. I looked out of the window to try and distract myself from spewing out the truth. Under no circumstances, would I be able to tell her the inner workings of my mind. She'd have me committed, I knew that. She'd blame herself, I also knew that.
I watched her crack two eggs into a pan, listening to them hiss on the stove. She turned around to face me, leaning her elbows on the counter, looking at me through hopeful eyes.

"I saw you put Bryan to bed last night, you're a sweet brother to him. I'm very grateful for the way you are with him, he's going through some things at the minute." She said, smiling genuinely. I copied her again, drumming my fingers uncomfortably against the marble. I hated when she thanked me for things, it made me feel uneasy.

"He's my brother, he was upset, it's my job to look after him, isn't it?" I said, balling my hands into fists.

"Ronald was frustrated with him for not getting his words out properly, so he punished him again," she said, eyes darting from side to side, "I-I'm not saying that I agree with how he punishes the children, but I-I don't want to stand up to him. He'd take them away Beckett, it would kill me-"

"Momma, hitting a seven-year-old little boy with a speech impediment is no way to go about treating it. If you damage the child more psychologically, the child will end up more of a stuttering mess. Bryan just needs some love, not his father beating the shit out of him for not saying words properly." I said, letting the swearword slip from my mouth. My mother span around quickly, pointing at me, "Sorry." I mumbled, she smiled.

"Just, love him, will you?" She said, handing me my plate, tears appearing to brim in her blue eyes. I hated it when she cried, I hated seeing her stressed. That man has to go, I hissed to myself, smiling viciously. Oh how I'll make him suffer, my inner speech chuckled. I had to refrain from laughing out loud, as the front door opened. I heard my mother whisper something under her breath in a panicked tone, hurrying to the fridge.

"Judith!" He began to yell, his voice slurred. I rolled my eyes, gripping my knife and fork a little harder than I would normally do. He shuffled into the room, holding onto the door frame to keep his drunk body upright. I hoped that for my mother sake, he had spent the night in his car- and not at a whore's house. The latter seemed to be the likeliest route that dear old Ronald had taken that night.
"I'm fucking hungry. I want food, right now." He demanded, slamming his fat fist down on the counter, making her jump.

"Honey, you'll wake the children. Go sit in the lounge, and I'll make you something, okay?" She said in a hushed tone, reaching up to cup his cheek, the way that she would with me. He batted her hand away, edging towards her, snarling at her. I instantly pushed my stool out, marching over to the pair. I stood in front of my mother, who had started to pout as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Do not put your hands on my mom." I said, puffing my chest out at him, watching him start to laugh.

"Do you see this Judith, your heroic little son here thinks that he can save the day. You're nothing, you little shit. You hear that? You're nothing. Your own fucking father didn't want you-"

"Mommy?" A small voice called from the hallway. My mother gasped, scurrying from the room, scooping the youngest of her children into her arms. Ronald was cackling away to himself, I turned to him.

"I hope that you have a heart attack in your office today, Ronald. I hope that it hurts, and I hope that you suffer." I hissed, prodding him in the chest with my index finger.

I shoulder-barged him out of my way, storming upstairs to my room. Slamming the door, I began to pace back and forth rapidly, trying to calm myself down. I began to hyperventilate, my hands balled at my side, trying to distract myself from speeding downstairs to bash his stupid head in. I stopped in front of the mirror, noticing that I was still wearing the same clothes. Shaking my head frantically, I sat down on the floor with my legs crossed. I stared at myself, eyes widened from the stress of the situation. Rocking back and forth, I covered my face, closing my eyes, trying to calm myself down.
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Song Of The Chapter- Song 2 by Blur

A.N
Beckett's struggling to keep his feelings inside already- but that's nothing that a little cocaine and Blur can fix, eh??

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