The Paralyzing Truth-Ryden

Hell or Glory Part 3.

-Ryan 4 years old-

It's not fair! Why do all the cootie girls get to play with my toys? They won't leave me alone and Mrs. Franks won't do anything! I hogged the building blocks in the corner and built multicoloured houses by myself. "Ryan can I have some of-" 
  "No!" I spat, the girl's eyes saddened before backing away and prancing to Mrs. Franks.
  "Mrs. Franks! Ryan won't share! He's being a meanie!" She whined, 

  "Am not!" I yelled at her. "These are mine." I hugged the blocks in my arms. 
  "Ryan those are not yours, they're everyone's. You have to share." She spoke softly, I threw the blocks aside and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and sat on the floor. I cried, not fair, not fair. I wiped the flowing tears aside until I heard the handle jiggle. "Ryan sweetie unlock the door."

  "No. I'm not coming out." I protested through tears. 
  "Sweetie I just want to talk to you. Unlock the door." I waited a moment before standing and reaching up to the lock. She opened the door and closed it behind her. She shut the toilet lid and pat it for me to sit down. I did and she sat on the lip of the bathtub. "I know that you like to play alone, but you can't keep all the toys to yourself Ryan."
  "But if everyone wants them then there won't be any for me." I complained. 
  "Why don't you play with the other kids?"
  "They don't like me, they call me names. I just want to go home." She smiled sweetly, 
  "I'll call your mother, go sit on the couch and I'll see what she says okay?" I nodded and wiped my cheeks. She took my hand and took me out to the couch by the door. She went over to the kitchen and typed on her bulky home phone. She held it to her ear and tapped her fingers on the counter. "Yes, hello Mrs. Ross. Ryan is fine, he's feeling a little homesick and was wondering if you could come pick him up. Mhm, okay, see you in twenty minutes. Buh-bye." She put the phone down and looked to me. "She'll be here in a little bit sweetie." She went off back to her arm chair and opened up her book. Kids quietly played with their toys, some girls with dolls, boys with trucks and cars, or vice versa. I leaned against the arm rest and watched them play with the toys. The front door or the daycare opened and my mom motioned to me. I hopped off the couch and followed her to the car. I sat in the back seat in my car seat and pulled the seat belt into the buckle. 

  "Ryan you can't keep doing this, I can't leave work all the time to come pick you up. Do you understand?" 
  "But the other kids don't like me."

  "People aren't always going to like you Ryan. You can't stay home alone you're to young."
  "Daddy's there." 
  "I don't want you alone with him either, he's not always home." She mumbled, I kicked my feet and watched the homes pass by until we reached my mom's work. She grabbed my hand and walked me into the hotel, just like yesterday, and the day before. 

-Ryan's POV-

I shut the basement door behind me and lazily walked down stairs. I plopped down on the couch again, sinking into the blanket. I turned on the TV. I'll have to see him eventually. It wasn't really his fault, though I thought we where close. In love, starry eyed and beaming. If he loved me ... wouldn't he have told me? I huffed. I don't love you I'm just passing the time. I rubbed my stomach, I hope Patrick gets home soon I'm starving. I heard the door open upstairs and fast footsteps. I covered my head with the blanket. "Go away I don't want to see you." I spoke through the fabric. There was no reply. I heard the sound of a liquid drip onto the ground and a cap screwing on a bottle. The bottle dropped. I took the blanket off my face. 
  "Bren-" A wet cloth was shoved over my mouth and nose. The man was not Pete. He was a lot paler than the Pete I remember. His hair was longer and his face was completely different. Behind him was Brendon watching with an apologetic expression. Eye vision became hazy and darkness wrapped around me. When I woke up I was in a bed in a small room bland room. I threw off the covers and noticed I was in a new pair of clothes. I rushed to the door and very quietly opened the door a just a crack. Outside was Brendon, Dallon, and Dallon's dad. Dallon's dad was lecturing Brendon about him running off.
  "Do it again and I'll slice off your dick and shove it down your throat. Understand?"

  "Yes sir."
  "And your boy toy back there. He's your responsibility, if he does something stupid you'll suffer as well." Brendon nodded. "Dallon's next door. You'll work as normal. See you tomorrow." He left leaving Dallon and Brendon alone. Dallon pulled Brendon into a light hug and kissed the top of his head. He whispered something and left, Brendon was nervously pacing around. I pushed on the door making it creak, Brendon's head snapped over. 
  "Ryan, uh, hi ... uhm, I know this looks bad. This wasn't planned I promise." He rambled. 
  "Why did you have to drag me along? I was so close to a normal life and you had to ruin it all by dragging me back into this damn druggie shit!" I ranted, Brendon put his hands up.

  "Please calm down, I'm sorry, but you described the guy outside. You could have told that to Patrick or Spence. They've offered something to me I couldn't refuse."

  "You described like two things! That's not exactly much to go on you asshole." He put his hand on my shoulder. I pushed it off. "I don't want to deal with this. So, you could let me go or kill me." His eyes widened. 
  "Ryan don't say that! You won't have to work here. We'll have this nice house, anything we want."

  "This isn't what I want, there's restrictions. I want to live by my own rules! It's not fair, this is unnecessary and wrong. I hate you!" I pushed his chest and he stumbled back.

  "I know you're mad. I'm s..."
  "I don't want to hear it. Don't talk to me." I turned around and slammed the door behind me. I sat in the bed and pulled on my hair. Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! I screamed in my head, I can't believe him. He came in later with a plate of food later and set it down on the night stand. 
  "Ry-"
  "Fuck off."
  "Okay." He left quickly. I looked at the plate and my mouth started to water and my stomach growled. I grabbed the plate and gorged it down quickly. I put the plate back and laid back on the bed starring up at the ceiling. I wiped my mouth and lay quietly. I huffed, damn being angry doesn't pass time does it? I got out of bed and grabbed the dirty plate. I left the room and found the kitchen where I put the plate in the sink. I passed the living room and noticed Brendon watching me. 
  "Like what you see?" I asked sarcastically. He looked away, "No, go ahead. It's all I'll ever get." I hissed before returning to my bedroom.