The Boy

Issues

Chapter 25:
-Cassie's POV-
"What happened to your side?" I asked.

Ryan looked at me with sad eyes.

"Well."

-Ryan's POV-

"You've been ruining my entire life." I said to myself out loud.

"You brought me into this life then you leave us? Then out of know where you come drunk and you abused me."

I kept looking at the ugly cut on my side next to the bruises.

"Thank god mom called the cops when she could. Otherwise I probably won't even be here right now."

-Cassie's POV-

"Are you serious?!" I said. "why on earth would he do that?"

"He was drunk." Ryan said. "he didn't know what he was doing."

"But that doesn't mean anything." I said. "Ryan he hurt you."

"I know, I know. But he's in jail for year. So I won't see him." he said.

"That's still crazy. Your own father?" I said.

"It's not as bad as your think." they don't even hurt, that's why I haven't shown any pain on my face. The only time I have the pain is when I take a shower." he said.

"Can I see?" I asked.

He hesitated for a minute before lifting his shirt up and turning to the side.

Possibly 10 bruises on his side and one giant cut down the middle of the bruises.

"How on earth did he make this?" I said.

"He pushed me against the counter and the edge scratched me and the bruises was from him punching me."

"He didn't hit anywhere else?" I asked worriedly.

"No. I covered my face and I was on my stomach from failing down." he said.

He faces me again and his eyes start to water up.

I took my index finger and wiped the first tear that had come down his face.

-Ryan's POV-

"I was watching tv before it happened, my brothers where playing around with foam swords and being annoying like usual. My mom was at work about 10 minutes away.

Then out of nowhere the door slam open. Michael, Mitchell, Joe dropped the swords.

I jumped up off the couch and yelled 'Michael, Mitchell, Joe go to your room!' and they dashed right there and then to there rooms.

My dad didn't really care for my brothers, he was went for me.

He jumped on me and pined me down on the floor.

After a while of struggling he left go of me right hand to slap me, but I punched him on the face and got free from his grip.

I ran to the kitchen to find something to defend myself but before I could grab something he pushed me and I fell and I got a scratch on my back.

And the last thing I remember before I blacked out was my dad punching me and my mom came home and called you guys right away." I told the cops.

I watched them out my dad in the back of the back squad car, crying.

The paramedics we cleaning my cut and putting a bandage on it.

"It's ok son, you'll be safe now, your father will be going to jail for a year and we'll make sure he'll never come back near you guys again." the cop said putting his right hand on me. "You were brave enough to save your brothers, your a hero to them."

He walked away.

I guess he was right, I did protect my brothers when I could.

I couldn't image what my dad would do if he went for them instead of me.