TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This chapter has mentions of sedation, violence, death, sexual behaviour. If this is triggering information to you, please skip ❤️
*River's Pov*
"But look, take the first letter of each word," I shouted, shoving my phone in my hands.
"Riv, enough man, I don't care, okay? Y/n doesn't love me, she just wants to fuck with people's hearts" Ryan snapped.
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I looked around the room and see an empty bottle of vodka on the floor. Feeling unsure if I should question him, I go against my better judgement and persist.
"Ryan, a whole bottle?" I questioned
"Yes, I don't want to think right now" he said bluntly
"Can you please just listen Ryan, i really believe that y/n is actually......" I was cut off by Ryan standing up and shoving me back
"RIVER I said stop, I don't care, I don't want to hear it, just FUCK OFF" Ryan shouted at me catching me off guard
"Ry what the fuck" I said angry and defensive
As I was standing there confused I felt a fist to my face. Instinctively, I held my hand over my eye and cry out in pain. I could fight back, but I won't, I am not going to make this situation any worse. As much as I want to brick him, I won't, I know better. Instead I walk out slamming the door behind me.
"Umm what's going on?" A confused Wyatt said, standing in the hallway
"Ryan is fucking hammered off vodka and punched me in the fucking face" I said, walking past him into the kitchen
"Jesus, why is he being that violent?" Wyatt said, handing me an ice pack for my face.
"Because he is drunk and sad which always leads him to be violent" I reply wincing as the ice pack touches my now red eye.
"Where you just trying to check in on him or what? Sorry I'm just so confused" Wyatt said
"No, no wait.... oh my God I almost forgot" I said in a hurried excitement, throwing the icepack onto the bench amd pulling out my phone.
"You know that cryptic weird message Ryan got from y/n? Well take the first letter from every word, it spells out something." I said shoving my phone across the bench to Wyatt.
"Dude i think you have been hit a little too hard in the head, you sure?" Wyatt laughed at me
"Shut up and read it!" I persisted
"Okay, okay. Sweet honey egg. Ice sausage. Hop over leg dogs in nice gowns. My everything. Heaps of sand then a goose egg. Sea egg nice dogs. How eggs land perfect..... sooo what are you trying to say" Wyatt Said confused
"Take the first letter from every word. Start a new word after a full stop" I said excitedly
"She...is...holding...me...hostage...send...help" Wyatt just looked at me with the utmost shock in his face.
"Nuh uh" he said "and we have her location"
"Uh yeah, we need to go like now" I say flustered
"But Ryan" Wyatt asked "wait ill see if i can get him"
"Dude be careful or he might punch you in the face too" I said annoyed
*Ryan's Pov*
The door swings open and a wave of frustration and guilt hits me.
"Riv, leave" I say sternly
"It's Wyatt, and we know where y/n is, she was lying about hating you, she is being held hostage and needs help now" Wyatt said worryingly

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Twin Paranormal - Ryan x Reader
General FictionY/N works at her local haunted cemetary as a funeral assistant when 3 mysterious guys come in to organise an investigation. Read more to find out what will happen.