The Paralyzing Truth-Ryden

The Screams All Sound The Same

-Brendon's Pov 18 years old-

"You are going to date Dallon since you're at a legal age." Mr. Weekes explained,

"Legal? Since when did legal apply?" I asked, "What if I don't want to."

"Well, you'll just get used to it."

"What if I'm not gay? Is Dallon even okay with this?" I asked,

"Well, Dallon wants to be with you. I give him what he wants." He said, so if Dallon likes me why can't he ask me himself. He doesn't even show the slightest interest in me.

"Whatever." It's not like we'll do anything together anyways. Dallon's dad stood up and left the house. He lived about 20 miles from the house we lived in. We lived far from the nearest city and away from the main highway. A small mountain blocked the house from sight. The only way into the house was through the massive gate or over the wall. I sat down at the breakfast bar and put my head down on the counter. I could hear Dallon walk over and sit next to me at the bar.

"Sorry." He muttered, "I meant that I liked you as a friend but he took it the wrong way."

"Then go f*cking tell him, or break up with me." Dallon didn't reply.

"He doesn't trust me dating girls, I told him I was bi and he won't let me have children. Can we at least try and make this work? I don't want this to be complete misery for you Brendon."

"It's too late for that now."

"Brendon at least I'm trying." Dallon continued in an aggravated tone. "I understand that you don't want to be, but guess what? Neither do I. Of course you can't leave or see your friends again, but think I've never had a single friend besides A*s. He's gone now. You're the only one I can talk to. Please just give this a chance, I don't want to be alone anymore." I lifted my head from the counter top and looked at Dallon.

"Fine." I said is a hushed voice.

-Present day-

"Brendon I faked my death so I could get out. It was just a backup plan." He said for the millionth time. I can't seem to let it go. The fact that Spencer died and could've left me to die. What if he didn't come back?

"You could've told me the god d*mn plan!" I yelled in anger. Ryan was awkwardly sitting on the couch tapping his knees. Oh, and don't get me started on Ryan. Spencer apparently knows Ryan too! Then Spencer straight up leaves him out of the blue without telling him what the f*ck was going on.

"I couldn't, someone could've heard, I tried to get you out but it was a lot more difficult than you'd think Brendon."

"It's a fence with a gate. How hard could it possibly be? Not to mention that its literally a house in the middle of an empty desert. It's not that hard to miss.

"You haven't realized how many times you've moved Brendon."

"I haven't moved Spencer!" He looked away and muttered to himself. I pointed over to Ryan, "What about him?" Ryan looks down.

"What do you mean?" Spencer replies.

"I'd like to know his story, he didn't say much. Who else's life have you ruined? Hm?" I sat down on the couch lacing my fingers together and placing my chin on top. I focused my attention to man of the year Spencer.

"It wasn't that bad Brendon." Ryan spoke.

"Oh no, it's okay Ryan. I want to hear about you. It's your time to shine." I said waving my hands with sarcastic enthusiasm.

"It doesn't matter what happened to Ryan Brendon. Why can't we stop talking about the past? We have bigger problems right now."

"Problems that could've been resolved years ago."

"D*mnit Brendon I f*cking tried!" Spencer yelled in frustration.

"You didn't try good enough!" I yelled standing up. "I went through h*ll waiting on you!" I screamed in his face.

"I know, you remind me every god d*mn day!"

"Guys please stop fighting!" Ryan pleaded,

"You would too if you were me." I snapped at Ryan,

"Don't talk to him like that Brendon. You've both had sh*tty lives you wish you never experienced. Just let it go."

"I can't just let it go! It kind of grew up in it." I replied, Ryan stood up.

"At least you had a better life than me. You had a house to live in, amazing food delivered to you, a bed, someone who cares. You were a pampered hostage for f*cks sake. You almost buy what ever you wanted. I didn't get that. So why the f*ck are you complaining? I, of all people should be the one drowning in self pity." Ryan ranted, we were silent. "But I'm not am I?" He walked away, climbing up the ladder steps. I realized, he was right. I was rarely hurt while I was there. I got whatever I wanted. I looked over to Spencer.

"I'm so sorry for yelling."

"It's fine Brendon, I would've been yelling too." Spencer said, two knocks hit the door. Jon walked in

"I'm home!" He said with a smile. Spencer and I looked at him in silence. "What did I do now?" He asked confused. I looked away and went upstairs with Ryan. Ryan was sitting at the little table, head buried in his arms folded over the top of the table. I scratched my arm awkwardly,

"Hey uh, Ryan?"

"What." He said quietly,

"I'm sorry, you were right." Ryan shrugged.
"I know my way into this wasn't as bad as yours but whatever." He said quietly. I sat down on the bed and tapped my fingers across my knee through my loss of words. Jon's head popped up from the attic door.
"Hey uh, if you guys are hungry ... there is food downstairs." He says,
"Okay." I reply.
"Okay ... try to make yourself less awkward he said, make friends he said, it'll be easy he said." Jon says going back down the ladder. Another silence, no movement. The room was a painting. I cleared my throat, 
  "So, are you going down?" I asked,
  "Not right now no." He replied.
  "Right ... I'll be downstairs if you uh, if you need me. Not that you would." I mumbled on. He didn't answer. Just a head turn to face the wall opposite of me. I stood up and climbed down the ladder. In the kitchen, there was a some subs still wrapped up in a bag. I grabbed one and sat down in the living room, silently eating to myself. Jon and Spencer where sitting together on the couch focused on the show on tv. I noticed how close they were sitting, wait, are they ... holy sh*t. I guess those noises I heard last night wasn't just

Wow

----A/N  I am so mad at Brendon right now, you have no idea people. Oh and sorry its short and basically just fighting amongst the manly men and Brendon-----sns-------