Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 28

Ryan stands frozen at his dresser, red underwear clutched in between his long, boney fingers as his dad's footsteps thud against the wooden floor just below us.

"I told you so!" I hiss, glaring, pulling the big, poofy covers off of me and sliding out of his bed. "I knew he'd come home, Ryan! Because it's so just our luck. See, are you happy I refused sex now?!"

He shoots me an annoyed look, and does the classic Ryan eye roll. "Shut up, and calm down," he orders, voice surprisingly calm. "It doesn't matter. I had to talk to him sometime, it might as well be now."

"Fuck!" I groan, burying my face in my hands. Why? Why? WHY?! I am so not in the mood to deal with his dad today, then again, when am I ever? And I know I'm just gonna stand there like a brainless idiot while he tears into Ryan again.

Ryan shakes his head as he lets out a long exhale of breath, and ignores me while he shoves the last of his things into his bag before zipping it up. Somehow, he manages to slide the thing (that probably weighs as much as him, if not more) onto his back. However, not without scrunching his face together and letting out a loud grunt first.

I smirk. "Need some help there?"

"No," he snaps, making his way to his door, small steps at a time. I switch the light off behind us, and follow close behind just in case he ends up falling over from the weight on his back.

I'm silently praying George is clueless to our presence so we can sneak out the front door, and out of the house without him ever knowing we were here in the first place. But then I remember Ryan's car sitting out in the driveway and our shoes at the front door, and I figure George would have to be pretty frickin' stupid not to know we're here.

Ryan must have finally just given up on the bag, because he lets it drop to the floor when we reach the stairs, and ends up dragging it behind him by the handle, as it thumps down the stairs very, very loudly. I figure that there's really no way of leaving without having to face his dad now.

Of course, I'm right, because once we get to the bottom of the stairs, Pastor George is standing right there, watching us with his hands crossed over his chest.

"I just came to get some clothes," Ryan explains instantly, cutting his dad off before he even has a chance to speak. "I'm leaving right away."

Mr. Ross doesn't say anything, he just stands there, and watches us with his lips pursed tightly together. I stare down at the ground, pulse racing. Why is it that every time I'm around him, I'm expecting to get hit by a bolt of lightening at any second? Oh right, because I probably will.

He still stays silent as Ryan me I slide on our shoes, and in a way, I really just wish he'd say something, anything, because the silence is almost worse than him telling us how disgusting we are.

I grab onto Ryan's duffel before he has a chance to because I figure I'd rather not have my boyfriend die on me today. He looks up at me, but doesn't argue, instead he mutters a soft, almost silent goodbye to his father before going to open the front door.

"Ryan, wait," Mr. Ross finally says, voice exhausted.

He stops, and slowly turns to look at him, hair hanging in his eyes. "Yeah?" he asks, sounding almost hopeful.

"I think it's time that you come back home," he says.

No. No. No. No! You cant take him away from me and out of my bed! How would I live? How would I sleep? How would we have lots of sex?

Ryan looks at him, eyes wide with shock. He looks over at me, then back over to his father, and shakes his head, unsure. "I- I don't know..." he stutters, then looks back at me, eyes begging for help as he gnaws on his bottom lip.