Little fire bug ben part 3
Ben is sitting on the kitchen table kicking his feet idly and chewing on his lip. It’s quiet. It’s so very quiet. Ben doesn’t have the holo on even though that’s what his dad does once he comes home. It’s always on even though no one is watching.
Ben thinks maybe his parents are nicer when it’s on because it’s a distraction from each other. He doesn’t like it being on because it reminds him of himself. He doesn’t know why.
The nanny droid is deactivated and limp on the floor. It had tried to tell him something and he got mad and then it crumpled so now not even it is making noise.
It’s been three days since his mom left and he’s very lonely. He tried to read the books she loaded on his tablet but whenever he tries the letters move around and won’t sit still long enough for him to figure them out.
His stomach growls and he hits it. It’s always whining and he keeps telling it he’s not hungry. Ben jumps off the table and goes to his room. He reaches under his mattress and pulls out the box of matches.
He shakes them and smiles at the familiar sound. He gets to his feet, skips out of his room and does a circuit around the apartment until he reaches the front door.
The door leading out looms before him. If he jumps real hard and slaps his palm at the right time he can activate the opening mechanism. The door whooshes open and he carefully peers outside. Seeing no one, Ben runs across the hall and calls the lift.
Ben furrows his brow when it doesn’t immediately open.
‘Hurry up you stupid door. Someone’s gonna see me.’ He taps his foot impatiently like he’s seen his mom do. It always makes things happen faster.
The door pings and he jumps inside, pawing carefully at the familiar numbers that take him to his dad’s private garage. When the lift dings again, the doors slide open, silently revealing a dark space that seems endless. The lights rattle on as he steps inside.
He skips to a far corner past the covered shapes of ships and random junk his dad is always smiling about. 'Look at this Benny, this here will pass for a similar part but for twice the amount if you chisel off this little bit right here and smile re-eeal big like this at the goon you’re hustlin’. ’
In the far corner of the garage is a small collection of messily swept garbage. Han always hates cleaning and considers neatly piling things to be the same thing. Ben has tried this in his room but his mom says that it’s not really cleaning and to stop watching his father so closely.
Ben kicks the small pile and chews on his thumb. It’s not so big right now. He hasn’t tried anything this size before but it feels right. It feels right and he can’t stop thinking about it. Even though last time it had smelled real bad and he choked on the gross black smoke.
Ben doesn’t care about the smoke right now. He stops chewing at his nail and smiles, thinks about the pretty flames that had danced for him. The colors appeared magically and there was warmth and light. Ben had felt the energy around him, almost like it was hugging him while the flames tickled his skin. It had felt nice, comforting.
Ben hopes that maybe just maybe, this time the flames and the nice feelings and colors will stay with him longer.