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In The Hands Of A Child- Chester Bennington
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^_^ Thank you for the comments. Lol... I was thinking of leaving it, but I'll update later tonight. Thank you! I sure hope I have fun too! ^_^
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Lol. Quick update loves! Hopefully this is enough to live off of for a week! It's not the best and I don't like the ending very much, but oh well. Enjoy!
"Mr. Bennington… you do understand that we cannot have these children running around punching each other right?" Mrs. Clark, the principle, was lecturing me on appropriate child behavior.
I was staring at her blankly while nodding my head, "Yes… yes, I do realize this, but…"
"No buts Mr. Bennington. He's going to have to be suspended for a couple of days."
My mouth dropped open, "Are you serious? You're suspending him the second day of school! Are you nuts?!?"
A look of frustration came across her face, "Please sir, try to stay calm. We understand that this is a bit unreasonable for a little gym class fight, but the parents of the boys he hit are going to be very upset with the school and that's a risk we cannot take."
I nod my head lightly and sigh.
"Do we have an understanding?" She's talking to me like I'm a child refusing to eat my vegetables.
"Yes…" I say quietly, "Yes." Louder.
"Jaime can come back to school on Monday. A long weekend to cool down will do him some good." She starts writing on a piece of paper.
"Okay." I reply calmly.
She stops writing and looks at me sweetly. It creeps me out. "Jaime told his guidance counselor that the boys he started the fight with were making fun of him. From others things that he told her, we have the impression that things aren't going too well at home."
Great… he talks to everyone, but me. What have I done that's so wrong? That makes him hate me?
"Yeah… his mother died a few years back. He's still having some issues with it." I wipe my face and start shaking my leg. There's voices outside the door. It's the guidance counselor and Jaime. She's still trying to sort out what happened. Her shadow skips around the glass window on the door. It reads "Principle's Office". Like how it is in the movies and cartoons. I just want to leave.
She nods and finishes writing on the paper. Afterwards, she hands it to me, clicking the cap back onto her pen, "Any questions or concerns, just call." She smiles.
I sigh in return, take the paper, then leave taking Jaime with me. The ride home is silent and the silence stays with us even after we get home. The guys left, I'm guessing. Jaime is turning to go up the stairs until I stop him.
"So… what exactly happened?" I asked, my hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing." He mumbled angrily.
"Well the fight didn't start on it's own. There had to have been a reason." I want to her him tell me what happened, not the principle.
He shrugged, "Just a couple of jerks."
At least I got something out of him
"Anything else you want to tell me?" I rubbed his back. He yanked away.
"Why do you care anyways?" He glared at me.
I sighed, "Because I'm your father." My voice was tender.
He was quiet and almost a whisper he said, "Those ******** deserved it."
I cocked my head, "What did you say?" I paused, "Don't ever say that about anyone no matter how rude they are to you."
His anger started to come out, "I can say whatever the **** I want! Who's side are you one anyways?!?"
"Yours Jaime, but you can’t punch anyone who gives you ****! You have to understand that! And never swear at me again!" Lower your voice Chester… yelling only makes things worse.
He was looking down, "I hate you…" He stuttered, then looked up, "I hate you!" Tears were welling in his eyes.
I froze, my throat closing up, unable to speak. He hates me? I could feel tears threatening my own eyes.
A bead of water rolled down his face and he ran up the stairs. Shortly after came the slamming of his door. I collapsed onto the stairs. He hates me… I repeated it in my head. I let the water building behind my eyes escape, head in hands. He hates me. I really am a horrible father…
"Mr. Bennington… you do understand that we cannot have these children running around punching each other right?" Mrs. Clark, the principle, was lecturing me on appropriate child behavior.
I was staring at her blankly while nodding my head, "Yes… yes, I do realize this, but…"
"No buts Mr. Bennington. He's going to have to be suspended for a couple of days."
My mouth dropped open, "Are you serious? You're suspending him the second day of school! Are you nuts?!?"
A look of frustration came across her face, "Please sir, try to stay calm. We understand that this is a bit unreasonable for a little gym class fight, but the parents of the boys he hit are going to be very upset with the school and that's a risk we cannot take."
I nod my head lightly and sigh.
"Do we have an understanding?" She's talking to me like I'm a child refusing to eat my vegetables.
"Yes…" I say quietly, "Yes." Louder.
"Jaime can come back to school on Monday. A long weekend to cool down will do him some good." She starts writing on a piece of paper.
"Okay." I reply calmly.
She stops writing and looks at me sweetly. It creeps me out. "Jaime told his guidance counselor that the boys he started the fight with were making fun of him. From others things that he told her, we have the impression that things aren't going too well at home."
Great… he talks to everyone, but me. What have I done that's so wrong? That makes him hate me?
"Yeah… his mother died a few years back. He's still having some issues with it." I wipe my face and start shaking my leg. There's voices outside the door. It's the guidance counselor and Jaime. She's still trying to sort out what happened. Her shadow skips around the glass window on the door. It reads "Principle's Office". Like how it is in the movies and cartoons. I just want to leave.
She nods and finishes writing on the paper. Afterwards, she hands it to me, clicking the cap back onto her pen, "Any questions or concerns, just call." She smiles.
I sigh in return, take the paper, then leave taking Jaime with me. The ride home is silent and the silence stays with us even after we get home. The guys left, I'm guessing. Jaime is turning to go up the stairs until I stop him.
"So… what exactly happened?" I asked, my hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing." He mumbled angrily.
"Well the fight didn't start on it's own. There had to have been a reason." I want to her him tell me what happened, not the principle.
He shrugged, "Just a couple of jerks."
At least I got something out of him
"Anything else you want to tell me?" I rubbed his back. He yanked away.
"Why do you care anyways?" He glared at me.
I sighed, "Because I'm your father." My voice was tender.
He was quiet and almost a whisper he said, "Those ******** deserved it."
I cocked my head, "What did you say?" I paused, "Don't ever say that about anyone no matter how rude they are to you."
His anger started to come out, "I can say whatever the **** I want! Who's side are you one anyways?!?"
"Yours Jaime, but you can’t punch anyone who gives you ****! You have to understand that! And never swear at me again!" Lower your voice Chester… yelling only makes things worse.
He was looking down, "I hate you…" He stuttered, then looked up, "I hate you!" Tears were welling in his eyes.
I froze, my throat closing up, unable to speak. He hates me? I could feel tears threatening my own eyes.
A bead of water rolled down his face and he ran up the stairs. Shortly after came the slamming of his door. I collapsed onto the stairs. He hates me… I repeated it in my head. I let the water building behind my eyes escape, head in hands. He hates me. I really am a horrible father…
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Poor Chester. That's sad :[
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^_^ I'm back. How is everyone doing? Yes... they're a pretty messed up family eh? Update later this week. Tootles!
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Thanks. ^_^
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Sorry... I will... during winter vacation. EEEK! I know it's a long time from now, but school has got me a bit on the edge. Sorry! Thank you all for the feedback!
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Lol. Thank you for understanding. ^_^ Lol... me too...
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Lol. Sorry. I'm not even supposed to be on the computer. Grounded. That's why there really hasn't been an update. I'm never on long enough for one. Sorry guys. Maximum wait- summer. 
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The stone of Talinda was cold on my back and the wind on my face was warm. Dry almost. My eyes were closed and I took in the city smell. Alls I need is peace right now. The wetness from the mud underneath me started to soak through my pants. I grabbed a handful of wet dirt. There was a musty smell on it from the rainstorm that occurred the night before.
It’s been one week since Jaime talked to me. Things seem to be falling further and further away. I can’t even get Tyler to let go of me. He always wants to be held and at night he refuses to go to bed unless I fall asleep with him.
Another gust of wind blew into my face. I let the mud drop out of my hands, eyes still closed. The sound of footsteps traveled my way. I ignore it. But when I feel the warmth of someone’s skin against mine, I can’t ignore it. I can’t ignore the sound of someone talking to me.
“Hey,” it was a female, “You seem a bit down.”
I opened my eyes. It was the woman from a month ago... Alex.
I nodded in response. My willingness to speak has also lessened.
Awkward silence swept over the graveyard. Everything stalled in the silence. The old woman weeping by her grave about five yards away was stopped. Staring blankly. Even today’s ever blowing wind stopped, a squirrel paused a few gravestones down. Everyone… everything was waiting.
I forced it, “Um… yeah. You know… kids.” I showed off my teeth in a fake smile. I think she noticed.
But alls she did was nod and look off at something in the distance. I had seen her twice before, I even got a good look at her, but not until now did I notice that she was good looking. A bit nerdy, but good looking. She had chestnut brown hair with the contrast of green eyes. Even from the distance I was at I could see tiny specks of red in her eyes and a slight tint of blue in her pulled back brown hair. Maybe a dye job gone awry. Her figure was of a healthy thinness, a tight peach coloured tank top pulled around her slim figure. Blue jeans with stained and ripped knees to complete.
She had a locket around her neck and I couldn’t help, but wonder who there was a picture of in it. Her mother? Father? Maybe that girl she was with when I first bumped into her? A boyfriend…?
She was giving me a silly grin and I realized I was staring, maybe even gazing at her. **** Chaz! Why are you doing that? You have a wife…
I paused and felt like I was ready to break down any moment… I fixed myself…
Had a wife.
She waved her hand in front of my face, “Hello? Dude?”
Dude?
“Heh… yeah. Sorry. I’m a bit spacey sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” She gave a tiny giggle.
I couldn’t help but give one in return.
“So yeah… how about you?” We can’t afford another awkward silence.
She hesitated, and then responded, “Good.”
Just good?
I looked at her. She was staring dead ahead and I looked with her. Just to discover my Jaime and Cattie trailing right behind, Tyler clinging at her side. ****… good feeling gone. ((Ain’t he so mean?))
Alex looked over to me, “I better go.”
She stood and I rose with her. Jaime was already in front of us. He glared at me, then at her.
“Eh… Jaime. This is Alex. She’s a…an… acquaintance. Alex, this is my son, Jaime.” I try as hard as I could to not get Jaime to boil more than he already was.
But, to my surprise, he shook the hand she offered, and walked past us to T.
Alex smiled, waved, and walked away. I watched her leave…
…………………………………..
I wish she had stayed…
It’s been one week since Jaime talked to me. Things seem to be falling further and further away. I can’t even get Tyler to let go of me. He always wants to be held and at night he refuses to go to bed unless I fall asleep with him.
Another gust of wind blew into my face. I let the mud drop out of my hands, eyes still closed. The sound of footsteps traveled my way. I ignore it. But when I feel the warmth of someone’s skin against mine, I can’t ignore it. I can’t ignore the sound of someone talking to me.
“Hey,” it was a female, “You seem a bit down.”
I opened my eyes. It was the woman from a month ago... Alex.
I nodded in response. My willingness to speak has also lessened.
Awkward silence swept over the graveyard. Everything stalled in the silence. The old woman weeping by her grave about five yards away was stopped. Staring blankly. Even today’s ever blowing wind stopped, a squirrel paused a few gravestones down. Everyone… everything was waiting.
I forced it, “Um… yeah. You know… kids.” I showed off my teeth in a fake smile. I think she noticed.
But alls she did was nod and look off at something in the distance. I had seen her twice before, I even got a good look at her, but not until now did I notice that she was good looking. A bit nerdy, but good looking. She had chestnut brown hair with the contrast of green eyes. Even from the distance I was at I could see tiny specks of red in her eyes and a slight tint of blue in her pulled back brown hair. Maybe a dye job gone awry. Her figure was of a healthy thinness, a tight peach coloured tank top pulled around her slim figure. Blue jeans with stained and ripped knees to complete.
She had a locket around her neck and I couldn’t help, but wonder who there was a picture of in it. Her mother? Father? Maybe that girl she was with when I first bumped into her? A boyfriend…?
She was giving me a silly grin and I realized I was staring, maybe even gazing at her. **** Chaz! Why are you doing that? You have a wife…
I paused and felt like I was ready to break down any moment… I fixed myself…
Had a wife.
She waved her hand in front of my face, “Hello? Dude?”
Dude?
“Heh… yeah. Sorry. I’m a bit spacey sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” She gave a tiny giggle.
I couldn’t help but give one in return.
“So yeah… how about you?” We can’t afford another awkward silence.
She hesitated, and then responded, “Good.”
Just good?
I looked at her. She was staring dead ahead and I looked with her. Just to discover my Jaime and Cattie trailing right behind, Tyler clinging at her side. ****… good feeling gone. ((Ain’t he so mean?))
Alex looked over to me, “I better go.”
She stood and I rose with her. Jaime was already in front of us. He glared at me, then at her.
“Eh… Jaime. This is Alex. She’s a…an… acquaintance. Alex, this is my son, Jaime.” I try as hard as I could to not get Jaime to boil more than he already was.
But, to my surprise, he shook the hand she offered, and walked past us to T.
Alex smiled, waved, and walked away. I watched her leave…
…………………………………..
I wish she had stayed…
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