Dark. (A Riker Lynch Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Riker's house he shares with his sibilings and Ellington
5:57pm.

Today is the day. The Interview with the Riker Lynch. I walk up to the door of a beautiful home. He asked to meet so late because, well god knows why.

I knocked on the door. I herd shuffling around. Then it opened. Riker stood there, shirtless. He had on a pair of ripped jeans, combat boots, and black frame glasses. "Oh fuck. That was now, uhh. Come in." He said moving for me to enter. I did so.

"It's not a problem." I said and turned around. He looked at me. "Well aren't you a sexy lil thing." he winked at me in a light Colorado accent. "Nice to meet Mr. Lynch." I said. "Last time I looked in the merrior, I wasn't my father. Call me Riker." He said. "So. What do I need to tell you?" He asked. "Basic things for now." I said.

He disappeared into a room, I assume the bathroom cause he came out without the glasses and a button up shirt. "So let's get started." He said. "My name is Riker Anthony Lynch, I'm from Littleton Colorado, I'm 23 years old, I was the reason me, my parents, and my sibilings moved to Cali 6 and a half years ago because I wanted to be an actor. I danced at a dance studio for about two years, that also where my family and I met Ratliff. I play bass, but I can play 6 and 8 string guitar, and piano. I am obsessed with Pirates of The Caribbean. I was on Glee, I played Jeff the Warbler and I went on the Glee Tour, yes I had a blast." He said and sat down. He said all of that extremely fast. "Well okay then." I said, obviously out of line. "Excuse me?" He cocked a brow. I sat up straighter. "I'm sorry. I um that was just so quick." I said. "Well I don't wanna be here so hell yeah it was quick." He said. "Well that makes two of us." I smarted. "Stop being a prissy bitch and get this interview over with." He said loudly.

At this point. I lost it.

I shot up. "Excuse the hell outta me, but I have no idea where you got the idea you can talk to me or anyone like that." I said, He stood up. "Because I can do what ever the fuck I want to." He said, rough. "Maybe to you little bitches you have on call but not me." I said lowly. It happened quickly. He grabbed me by my jacket and slammed me to the wall. He knocked the air out of me for a moment. When I got it back I kneed him in the private, he some how knew I'd do that so he dodged my move. He pinned his legs to mine so I couldn't move. He had my wrists pinned by my head. I struggled in his grasp but he was really strong. Something possessed me yo stop, which I did rather suddenly. My lightly curled hair fell over on eye. I was breathing heavily. I stared in his eyes. His eyes...they're so dilated. "What are you on?" I asked in a whisper. "Stop looking for me. I'm gone." He said. That statement would be hard to understand, but I some how got it. I've never met this guy in my life but I see right through him.

I'm not looking into the eyes of a amazing tripple threat.

I see a man. Who is drowning.

I see a man who is screaming. For help.

"I can help you." I whispered. His eyes softened, just a little. He went to speak but stopped. "Get out." He said. "No. Riker ple-" "get out!" He said over me. He let me go and ran off into the house. I ran after him. "Riker!" I yelled. I kept running. I ran up, down, in and out. "Riker please. I won't tell anyone!" I yelled desperately. "Please! Riker I've done bad things too! You aren't alone in this!" I yelled turning around looking in each room. "Get out." I herd. I flipped around. To come eye to eye with him."Riker listen to me." I said. "Shut up!" He yelled. "Riker I've done horrible things too. Please. I can help you." I said. "Fuck you. No you can't. Leave now." He said. I could tell he had tears in his eyes.

I felt helpless. I left my number on the table. Then went home.