I Expected Happiness...

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~~three days later~~

Ryan dried his eyes for the millionth time that day. He still hasn't gotten over what happened. He knew he should be happy... But he just felt guilty. He didn't have any self control... He was just... A murderer...
Felix had done his best to help Ryan... But none of his attempts had worked. He didn't need, or want, Felix's help. He was convinced that he had to do this on his own. He also hadn't gone to school... He was actually thinking of dropping out, it wasn't like it was doing any good anyway. .

He sighed and sniffed, burying his head further into Felix's pillow. It was something he did to calm himself.
"Ryan...? I'm home." A somber voice called from downstairs. Ryan closed his eyes and shut it out, curling into a tight ball on the bed. He heard Felix's heavy footsteps up the stairs. He never was quiet...
"Ryan...?" The door slowly opened, revealing the tall swede. Ryan raised his head and looked at him for a second.
"H-hey Fe..." He internally winced at his strangled his voice was.
Felix sighed and leaned on the doorframe.
"Ryan. I'm worried for you... You won't eat, you hardly talk, you just.... You've detached yourself from the world..." Felix muttered, brushing his pale blonde hair back with his fingers.
Ryan sighed. "What did you expect Felix? I... I killed a man." He croaked, lowering his head back into the pillow.
Felix looked at him. "Well... I kind of expected you to be happy! The man who abused you, and fucking raped you is dead! Gone! Out of your life!" Felix's voice raised a hair, slight annoyance hinting his voice. Ryan sat up and dropped the pillow.
"Felix! Nothing is ever going to be fucking perfect! Yes, he's gone, but that doesn't fix the past!" Ryan shot back. Felix shot him a glance.
"I-.... I'll be back later." He grumbled,
Ryan looked at him.
"Fucking seriously Felix?"
"Yes, and I'll be back whenever I damn feel like it!" He growled.
Ryan stopped, suddenly having a cold feeling in his chest.
T-this wasn't Felix.... Felix was happy and always there for Ryan...
While he thought he heard the door slam. And just like that, Felix was gone...
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Ryan's P.O.V (I know its been to long)

Its been three hours... T-three hours...
I bite my trembling lip and close my eyes, praying to whoever was up there that Felix was safe. Sure, he's gone out. But not like this... He just went out grocery shopping, or to do something of that nature... B-but he never stormed out. Never. He even left his phone behind...
I let out a small sob and curl up into a ball on the couch, wrapped up in one of his old hoodies that was too big for me. I only wore it because it made me feel safe...
I heard a ding and looked up, seeing that Felix's phone had a message.

To- Felix
Son, call your mother right fucking now!

I wiped my eyes and texted back.

Um... Felix isn't here at the moment...

I hit send and waited a few seconds...

To- Felix
Then where the fuck is he? And who is this? Why do you have his phone?!

My name is Ryan. I'm Felix's
I paused. Was I just his friend...? Or somthing else...?
I'm Felix's good friend. He went out for a little bit.

To- Felix
Ryan eh? Hm... So Felix found himself a boyfriend?

I blushed and bit my lip. I-i wasn't Felix's boyfriend! W-was I...?

Um... Y-yes sir.

To- Felix
That's what Bengt said... Hmm... Anyway tell that little shit to call his mother when he gets back.

Can do sir.

I hit send and dropped Felix's phone back onto the small side table. I wonder what all of that was about? What's wring with Felix's mother? I hope its nothing bad... That would ruin him. He's always spoke very highly of his mother, even though I never got the chance to ever speak to her...
I chewed on the inside of my cheek and glanced back at the clock, seeing it was about nine now... I sighed.
Where the hell is he...?
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An hour later

I woke to a loud slam, followed by irregular, stumbling footsteps.
I sat up on the couch and looked around, seeing Felix with a drunken smirk on his face and blood shot eyes.

He was drinking...

I gasp and back away, memories from my father racing through my head.
"I-I'm home Ryan!" He giggled, stumbling over his own feet to reach me.
My eyes widened and I backed away further.
"F-felix! S-snap out if it!" He stopped for a second and looked at me, his eyes flitting over my body, seizing up my entire being. I knew that look all too well...

CLIFFHANGER!!!! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN

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