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Ben’s truck was a mark upon his driveway, music thudding from within. Already it was packed with everything they both needed for college. They had decided to room together, both having been accepted into a rather prestigious university, “New Republic State”, despite Armitage’s father wanting to have enrolled him into the First Order Military School. He hadn’t been able to argue upon seeing Armitage’s fully-paid tuition from his academic scholarship.
Slowly, Hux closed the very last box, looking around his old room. He felt no love for it, and was glad to be leaving.
“Boy,” Brendol said, just before he could close the door.
“Yes, sir?” he asked formally. He had stopped referring to Brendol as his father around the age of seven, and Brendol had certainly never called him ‘son’.
“Your house keys,” Brendol pointed, “you’ll need those for the summer and winter breaks.”
It was not quite an order, but it was a very clear suggestion - I control you, so you must come back. This had been their dynamic for years, and Hux would have fallen victim to it - if not for Ben, who was the best boyfriend in the world and didn’t give a shit what his father thought.
“Keep them. I’m not coming back. Ever.”
“Armitage, you’re forgetting your place!”
“What place, Brendol? When was I ever important in your insignificant life?”
“When that rich boy gets tired of you and dumps you, you’ll come crawling back, begging, and I won't let you in, no matter what you say,” Brendol threatened, eyes wild. An abuser losing his trappings over his victim - and what a pathetic man he was. Hux could see that clearly now, thanks to Ben.
“Goodbye, Brendol.”
With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving that house - and Brendol - behind forever.
From within Ben’s old truck, dubbed The Falcon II by Ben’s father, Han, retired navy pilot who swore by the name and its luck, Hux could hear the screaming sounds of Hellvetica, pushed all the way to an eardrum-shattering volume.
“Hey, babe!” Ben yelled out, “Everything good?”
Armitage smiled at his darling boyfriend, happy to finally be heading away from this horrible place forever.
“Everything’s amazing, my love,” he said, giving Ben a kiss, “now let’s go before he realizes I cut the wires to his air conditioning system.”
With a cackle, Ben pealed out of the driveway, Armitage whooping with joy as his college roadtrip - and the rest of his life - began with his wonderful boyfriend.