The face behind the mask.(Cry fan fiction.)

Night.

After Ryan and I were done with everything. We went back to his dorm.

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"Sit down, we can watch a movie or just talk." Ryan smiled.

I sat down on the couch. "Meow." The cat jumped up onto my lap when I sat down and got comfortable. I smiled and stroked the cat as it's soft purrs filled the air.

"I will be right back!" Ryan said then fast-walked to one of the rooms he has.

"Okay." I whispered as he left the room.

"Meow." The cat looked up at me because I stopped petting the kitty.

I laughed then looked at the tag. "Cat. Wow. Very original!" I yelled laughing.

I heard a loud laugh coming from the room he was in and a loud crash.

That laugh. I know that laugh. I couldn't think of where I've heard that laugh from. Could it be. Cry? No. I'll ask him.

"SHIT!" I heard Ryan yell.

"Sorry kitty." I picked the cat up and softly put it on the ground and ran into his room.

I see video equipment everywhere. But a big mic on the ground what feel.

"Hee.." Ryan looked up at me from the ground.

I laughed then picked up the mic and put it up on his desk with a computer. Cry plushie. Yeah.. I am in the house with Cryaotic. I'll just pretend he loves Cry.. To see how long he will keep it.

"I guess you love Cryaotic?" I smiled at him.

He kinda chuckled. "Uhh.. sure. But I kinda am him."

"Yeah. S you're the face behind the mask?" That didn't take that long at all. I kinda just laugh at myself and Ryan just looks at me. I put my hand down towards him so he can take a hold.

He grasped my hand and I picked him up.

I hugged him tightly. "You don't hate me?" Rya-Cry asked me.

"No why would I hate you?" I smiled into his chest.

I could feel his soft breathing, so then he laid us down on to his bed.

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I woke up to a smile in front of my face.

He stroked my cheek finding his way to the scar on my face.

"We all have stories.." my face fell from a smile to a straight face.

He looked at the scar then looked into my (c/o/e) eyes.

"I know. It's okay. You can tell me about it if you want to." Cry smiled a bit then kissed my head.

"... Okay.." I started off..

______________________ (Flashback)~

I was about 12.. Baby me. ~

I am laying in my bed.

I heard soft thuds coming from my bedroom door.

"Yes?" I softly yelled.

"Let me in!" A strong voice boomed.

I walked to the door, I was so scared I felt like I was pale.

"Hurry the fuck up!" The voiced boomed. It felt like my world was shaking. My vision got fuzzy as I opened the door to the person who I have been afraid of for the past couple of years. My step-dad.

He was drunk out of his mind.

He smacked me then pushed me to the ground.

I got so use to his abuse I went numb. I never screamed anymore because it didn't hurt as bad as it use to.

He punched me in the stomach, kicked me in the head. He spit on me, he left me to bled on the carpet. I coughed up blood. I tried to get up but failed, I just layed in my little puddle of blood.

- Maybe an hour later.

I got up from my resting spot waiting for him to come back in.

I went straight to a different hiding spot in my room. The closet.

"Where are you, you little shit!" I heard him yell from the kitchen probably getting more beers.

My mom was at work, she works hard, especially during night shifts. That's when he attacks. I can't tell her about it because during the day he is fine, but night it's completely different. She would never believe me.

I watched him through the door, come into my room with a knife in his hand.

"You might not die tonight you little bitch. I need a punching bag. I'm not going to ruin your beautiful mother's face, but I will destroy your body, because you're ugly as fuck. I might not do anything to your face, because I don't want the school calling us. But I might, and I will just flee."

I cried silently, because I didn't want to make a sound. I covered my mouth with my hand.

He went quiet and looked under my bed yelling, "Are you there!?"  Then he went to a different spot. "What about here?!"  Then he went to the closet.

He put his hand on the knob and slowly turned it. I hid more behind my clothes.

"Are you here?" He whispered. "I've known you were in here, because you weren't in all your other places." I started crying even hard.

He opened the door, then he saw me right away, he grabbed my hair. He yanked me out by dragging me on the ground while holding on to my hair. I screamed on the top of my lungs hoping someone will hear.

"Shut up!" While he was dragging me he hit me with his free hand.

He dragged me all the way to the living room. He threw me down then he took the knife and held it against my cheek.

"What do you think I am going to do with this knife?" He smiled.

"I don't know father." I choked out.

"CALL ME DAD!" He yelled.

I spit into his face, that's when the cold blade sliced through my cheek all the way up my face.

He then picked my body up and threw me down.

I cried in pain.

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Cry looked at me with wide eyes.

I normally cover my scar with my hair.

"I.. am so sorry.." Cry said then kissed my scar.