❝And I need you to trust That I'm lost and we must Get past all these rules We must choose To reach out and touch❞
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Ryan hated coming home. She hated it more than she hated being at school. She would rather stay with Harris all day than come home to her disaster of a home.
"Where have you been," her mother slurred as Ryan walked through the door.
Ryan sighed. It was obvious she was drunk.
"I was doing some work for my chem teacher," she said.
And it wasn't technically a lie. When Ryan entered the lab, Mr. Harris put her to work. Sne cleaned every inch of that room, including all the tools used in experiments.
"What did I tell you about being home late," her mother asked, now standing in front of the blonde girl.
"Um, don't be out too late," she tried.
"No! I told you to come home right after school! How come you are so willing to do work for your teacher but not your own mother!?"
Because he, at least, doesn't beat me, Ryan thought.
"Why don't you answer me," her mother yelled, throwing the bottle of beer at her daughter.
Ryan tried the best she could to dodge the bottle, but she did wind up with a few cuts on her face.
"Go up to your room! I don't wanna see your face for the rest of the night! Or the rest of my life for all I care!
Ryan ran up to her room and shut the door. She began to cry silent sobs. She hated her life. She wished that her mother would get better and be the person she loved.
After about an hour of crying, Ryan grabbed three beers from under her bed, climbed out her window and made her way towards Beacon Hills Cemetery.
She walked in silence, and began thinking about things that made her happy, which was not a long list. Music. Books. Cigarettes. That was about it. She then started to think about her day, before her mother, of course. She thought about something else. That boy, with the curly hair and the beautiful blue eyes. Isaac, his name was. If he wasn't so under the radar, he would be a definite catch. But, that would mean Lydia Martin would be interested, and Ryan didn't want that. She wanted him to herself. She wanted to help the shy boy in anyway she could. He was her next project.
When Ryan made it to the cemetery, she rushed over to the only place she felt at home, in between her father and her older sister's grave.
Sandra Joell Bender Loving sister, daughter, and friend 1992-2009
Henry Andrew Bender Loving husband, father and friend 1974-2009
The only thing that Ryan hated about her father and her sister's grave was what they said on them. They were so unoriginal. She wished that she would have been able to put a song quote on each of their graves, but her mother would not allow it.
