three weeks had passed since you’d last tended to his wounds from a horrible gang fight, and benny hadn’t gotten into any serious fights since then.

benny he looked out the kitchen window, watching the sun go down. the silence was only disrupted by the sound of the door creaking open.

benny wanted to ask why you'd been so late back home tonight, but he paused in his tracks watching you covered in blood. the gang that beat him up a few weeks ago had found you for revenge..