Love Don't Die: A Ryden Fanfic

Chapter Eighteen

I was freaking out. Ryan had been in that damn gas station for over ten minutes. What could he even be doing? What if he was hurt? I didn't hear any screaming. I didn't hear any gun shots. I didn't hear anything. And that was making me even more anxious.

I sat up in the seat again. Peeking at the glass door. And of course, just like all the other times, I didn't see anything. I knew there was one dead body in there already. And I knew there was probably going to be a second one. I just didn't want that second body to be Ryan's. I needed Ryan.

I leaned back and slammed my head on the back of the chair. I glanced around the car. That agent did a good job cleaning up all that vomit. You couldn't even smell it. I sighed. It was Ryan's stupid idea. And look where it's got us now. He's in a gas station doing god knows what. And I'm sitting in an FBI agent's car. Worried sick.

I really shouldn't be so worried. Ryan could clearly handle himself. And there was no way the woman could have somehow managed to get a hold of the gun and shoot Ryan. I would have heard something. Anything. But what if she stabbed him or hit him in the head with something?

I can't take this shit anymore. I opened the car door and took a deep breathe. Mentally preparing myself for what might be on the other side of that door. I stepped out and rushed towards the door. But before I could open it, it pushed open.

Ryan stepped out looking just as good as he did stepping in. Except now he was wearing the agent's belt. Her gun, cuffs and other items were still on it. He reached out and turned the Open sign on the door over so it read Closed. He closed the glass door and frowned down at me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I-I was just checking on you-"

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the car?" He barked.

I stepped back. My eyes widening and watering all in the same second. "I was worried."

"You can't follow simple orders?"

"I-I can." I think I forgot how to breathe.

"Then why are you still not in the car?"

"Sorry."

He didn't have to ask that twice. I rushed back to the car. Opening the door and practically falling into the seat. Ryan walked to the vehicle more slowly. His eyes flickering around. Taking in all his surroundings before he slid in the car and locked the doors. He clicked his seat belt on and started the car.

"Put your seat belt on." He told me in a hard voice.

"Okay." I pulled it over my chest and clicked it into place.

Ryan took off easily. I glanced around the gas station area as we drove away. There were no other cars in sight. Where the hell was the car he'd used to get here? I wanted to ask him, but it seemed like he was in a bad mood. So I stared out my window. Not even bothering to ask where we were going.

"Brendon." Ryan said my name softly. I turned to look at him. He was staring straight ahead. Eyes on the road in front of us. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's okay-"

"No. It's not." He sighed. "Sometimes I just lose my temper. But I never mean to hurt your feelings. I'm always trying to keep you safe. To do what's best for us."

"I understand, Ryan."

He smiled. "Good." He took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on my lap. I sat my hand on top of his.

"Where are we going?" Maybe it was okay to ask now that he was in a little bit of a calmer mood.

"To the airport."

"Why?"

"Because they're expecting you there. And it's not safe for us to stay in this town anymore."

"B-But they'll be expecting an agent with me."

Ryan slid his hand off my lap and dug into his pocket. He pulled out woman's FBI badge. "I am an agent."

"Impersonating an officer of the law is illegal." I blurted the words out without thinking. Ryan laughed. "I forgot who I was talking to." I muttered.

"Hell yeah, you did." He stepped on the gas a little. "We'll be there soon. And where ever they send you, that's where we'll start our new life."

"But if I'm the only one they're sending, how will you go with me?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about things like that. Just know I'll be with you."

"But how-"

"Brendon." He interrupted me. My lips pressed together tightly. "Just trust that I have my ways."

I nodded. I probably didn't want to know what his ways were.