My Kidnapper Loved me

~7/4/12~

Not much has happened over the last two days, I went to the doctors and found out why I had no sex drive, it was the most common and easy thing to explain I was depressed. Which according to my doctor is a completely natural thing for a person who has gone through what I have. I was prescribed an antidepressant medication and given a personal shrink that I could see whenever I needed to. Ryan and I are as close as ever, the past two days have been just Ryan and I, my grandma took Payton. I had never seen her so happy as the day my grandma showed up to take her for the weekend, but today Payton is coming home. I can't wait to see her, my grandma said that she was really good over the past few days, I'm a very proud momma. She's one and so advanced for her age, I turned eighteen a month before my depression hit for a reason I would love to keep buried in the ground. I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of a car door closing, I walked downstairs and opened the door. My grandma was getting Payton out of her car seat, she picked Payton up carrying her to me. I smiled at both of them and they smiled at me, Payton reached out her arms and I took her from my grandma, she wrapped her tiny arms around my neck.

"Did you have fun with grandma?"

"Yeah, we watched movies and had ice cream, we had so much fun, can I stay with her again sometime?"

"I don't care, it's up to grandma."

She looked at my grandma with hopeful eyes, grandma smiled at her, and I knew exactly what she was going to say.

"Of course sweetheart, but for now you need to stay with your mommy and daddy alright sweetie?"

"Alright grandma, I love you."

My grandma smiled.

"I love you too sweetie, but I have to go so I'll see you soon."

She walked to her car driving away, I walked back into the house with Payton, I waited for Ryan to get home from work. However by the time he got home Payton was already fast asleep, Ryan walked into the house and roughly slammed the door, I looked at him feeling confused.

"Hey what's wrong."

I had never seen him like this before so angry, he didn't answer me, in fact he flat out ignored me and walked upstairs. I followed him into our room, closing and locking the door, I looked at him with worry, fear, and anger in my eyes.

"Ryan, what the fuck is wrong?"

He looked at me letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Is it true?"

I gave him a confused look silently asking him to elaborate.

"Is it true that you're leaving me, to go back to Tyler?"

I looked at him like he was fucking crazy, as far as I know Tyler is still behind bars for his breaking and entering stunt.

"Who the fuck told you that? Tyler is still behind bars for breaking in here, I don't want anything to do with Tyler. Who the fuck told you that?"

He looked at me with anger in his eyes.

"You wanna know who? Try your friend Layla that's who."

My eyes went wide.

"How did you meet Layla?"

He scoffed.

"She came into work looking for you, said Tyler was wondering when you were coming home, guess he's out of that little cell you thought he was in."

He rolled his eyes, and I was pissed.

"Okay one, Layla is a fucking skank who's obsessed with Tyler and making my life a living fucking hell. Two, I don't give a fuck about Tyler, as far as I'm concerned he can suck a dick and keel over dead in a ditch. Three, next time this shit happens try talking to me instead of blowing the fuck up and treating me like a child. What probably would've helped this bullshit fucking situation be over and done with a lot fucking sooner."

He looked at me thinking about all that I said.

"You're right, I should've talked to you instead of being all pissy, I'm sorry, and I know that your mad b..."

I didn't let him finish.

"No Ryan I'm not mad, mad doesn't even describe how I'm feeling, I'm fucking pissed, I'm gunna go stay in Payton's room because I can't stand to be anywhere near you right fucking now."

I walked out of the room going down the hall, but instead of going to Payton's room I slept on the couch. I didn't want to disturb her, that night I slept with anger flowing through my veins and I hated it.