Love Don't Die: A Ryden Fanfic

Chapter Twenty Eight

You know all those gotcha moments on TV? The ones where the cheaters get busted or the criminal slips up? The moments when the entire plot of the movie is put into question based on how realistic that climatic point is? This was that moment for us.

The door swung open and Spencer stumbled into my house. He looked as if he'd just fell from the scripts of one of those movies I talking about before. Disheveled clothes and hair. Worried expression. I walked over to meet him half way into the living room. This was the moment that would determine the end outcome. This was the gotcha.

"Brendon?" He was out of breath. "Why didn't you open the door?" His eyes landed on Ryan for a second before he turned back to me. "I've been trying to contact you after that phone call and you weren't answering. So I-I-"

"You flew all the way out here?" I finished for him. Making sure that the annoyance I felt wasn't hidden.

"I was worried."

"Well you have nothing to worry about. I'm taking good care of him." Ryan walked over slowly. His arm wrapped around my shoulder possessively.

Spencer's eyes narrowed. "I'm sure you are. Brendon, can I speak to you privately? Outside or something?"

"Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of-"

"No, No." Ryan squeezed my shoulder lightly before letting go. "I'll leave you two to talk. I'll go get us some drinks or something."

I looked over my shoulder to watch Ryan disappear into the kitchen.

"There are cops outside." I heard Spencer whisper into my ear. My eyes snapped towards his.

"What?" I whispered back. The panic beginning to settle in.

"I know you don't want believe it, but it's true. He's a killer, Brendon. And you're not safe here. So just sneak out with me right now."

As he was speaking, he grabbed my wrist to pull me with him. My eyes darted towards the kitchen area again. I didn't hear Ryan messing with the glass cups or opening the fridge. Which meant he was probably just standing in the doorway listening to us.

And now he knew Spencer had brought police to the house. He was going to kill him. I knew he was going to kill him. I was panicking again but this time it was for a completely different reason. Spencer was in danger. Ryan was probably in there sharpening a knife as we spoke.

"Just go, Spencer!" I snatched my hand away from him. Pushing him towards the door.

"If I walk out of this house without you, the police are going to assume you knew about him the while time. And you're going to go to jail for-"

"I'm not leaving him, Spence. I- I love him. And if you were my friend you would help me out."

"I'm not going to help you get away with a murderer. He kills innocent people, Brendon."

"He's going to stop."

Spencer's eyes widened. A look of disappointment flashed on his face. Well, he knew that I knew about Ryan. Now what? But his disappointed look quickly turned to anger.

"No he's not. And why should he? For you?" He laughed and I flinched at the mean sound. "He's using you because he knows you'll protect him. He doesn't love you, he doesn't care about you! People like him only care about their next kill!"

"You don't know what you're talking about!" He was giving me a headache. I just needed to find Ryan and get out of here. We could escape. He was good at that. "Ryan!" I called his name as I rushed into the kitchen. "Ryan, we have to get out of here right-"

My steps slowed to a stop as I walked into the kitchen. The empty kitchen. Where was Ryan? Anxiety began to settle beneath my skin. What if he'd left me? What if he just wanted to save his own skin? What if Spencer was right?

No. No that was impossible. He told me he loved me first. We made love. He told me his story. He held me. He cooked for me. He gave me a ring and a puppy. That wasn't the actions of a killer trying to stay safe. That was the actions of a man in love. Ryan loved me the way I loved him. He had to!

"Where is he, Bren?" Spencer asked in a cocky voice. "He left you didn't he? At the first sign of danger he only cares about saving his own skin."

"Shut up, Spencer!" I screamed.

I just needed to think. I needed to think. But I couldn't think. I needed Ryan. Where was he? Where was my Ryan? My frantic eyes darted around the kitchen. Landing on the back counter where a few knives were scattered on the marble top.

I rushed over to count them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Only seven. There were suppose to be eight. Why weren't there eight? Why did my head suddenly hurt so much? I need to think straight. I can't think straight. Where is Ryan?!

"The knives are missing aren't they?"

My hand gripped the edge of the counter as he spoke. Why was he doing this? Mocking me? Ruining my relationship? I thought Spencer was my friend.

"No." I lied. "You see the knives don't you."

"He probably has his own anyway. He got his knife and now he's going to move on to someone else who can protect him."

"Spencer, please shut up. I have a headache. And I can't think."

I begged him to be quiet. There was something wrong with my head. The room was spinning. My head was screaming in pain. I just needed to think and it'd all make sense. Maybe Ryan snuck out because he heard Spencer talk about the cops. And he was waiting for me in the back. I just needed to sneak out and let him know we could run together now.

"Just come with me." Spencer spoke over my plan. Making my thoughts run again.

"Be quiet Spencer. This is all your fault. You messed up our perfect life."

"My fault?" He repeated in shock. "I'm here to help you."

"You're just making things worse. We were happy."

"He's doesn't care about you, Brendon. You see he's gone. He loves killing more than you. You don't really mean anything to him-"

"Shut up, Spencer!" I screamed again.

"He doesn't love you!"

I don't know how to describe what happened next other than to call it an out of body experience. One minute I was yelling and trying to think. And the next minute there was a knife in my hands and Spencer was clutching his stomach on the floor. Trying to hold in the blood spilling out of him.

"I-I told you to shut up, Spencer."