Company - campingdolphin

chapter eight

book two - brayden

I always found myself dreaming of having a family.

My spouse would stand next to me in the mornings, watching over the kids as they fought playfully and ate their breakfast. Then we'd share a soft kiss, hearing the kids gag, before laughing and pulling away.

I would have the perfect family...with Ryan.

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English class was a period that always felt like it dragged on forever; the teacher was nice and helpful, but the lessons they had were far too boring for me to stay focused.

I noticed that Ryan and I shared the same problem. Everytime during class, I would glance at him (yes, I admit, I stare at him) and notice his earbuds in his ears as he drew random objects on his paper. Other times, I found him half asleep, only slightly awake because he was humming songs.

Then those rare few moments when he actually caught me looking, he would turn away quickly with pink cheeks.

I was snapped out of my thoughts of Ryan as the speak of the devil walked into my vision. His hair was still curly as usual and earbuds were most likely blasting music. Yet he seemed a bit different and it worried me, in all honesty.

Looking around the class, I found the teacher sitting at her desk immersed in a romance book. I rolled my eyes at her choice of books, but ignored it as I quickly made my way to Ryan.

I loudly sat down on the plastic seats of the desk, making Ryan turn around with a terrified look on his face. And his face terrified me.

His left side of his face was slightly swollen and his cheeks were pink with hints of bruise coming in. A small cut was on his nose and the rest of his face seemed like it got scratched by rocks or something.

I grabbed Ryan's face, checking for anymore marks and sighed when I found no more.

"What the hell, Ryan? What happened?" I asked quietly, my eyes still gazing at the bruises and scratches.

"Nothing."

"Yeah, sure, nothing happened." I scoffed. "I'm not giving up, so spill now."

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"No, Brayden." He snapped.

"Dammit, tell me!" I almost yelled.

"Shut the hell up, Brayden! I'll fucking tell you later, so just wait. For god's sake, you jackass."

He glared at me, showing emotion for the first time in a long while before moving his seat farther away from me. My teeth were gritted and I felt my blood to boil.

I was in love with him, but I was pissed.

"Sorry for being worried for your health, bastard." I growled.

Looks my family wasn't going to happen and it wasn't going to be perfect.