Colorful (Adopted by Emblem3)

Chapter 11: Arms wide open

Ryder's POV:

"Ryder, that's your brother." Alec said.

I turned around and ran upstairs. I heard 3 sets of feet follow me up but, I didn't care. I slammed my door shut and locked it, sliding my back down the door, letting all the tears fall freely.

"Ryder, please open up." Drew called, beating on the door.

"C'mon Ryder, please." Jess' voice sounded.

"Ryder, just talk to him." JT said.

"Please." Mary pleaded.

"He really wants to talk to you." Aunt Ferrah said.

I opened the door to see those five faces.

"Can you get him up here? I want to talk to him alone." I asked.

"Uh, Ryan, she wants to talk to you." Aunt Ferrah shouted down.

He came jogging upstairs and I welcomed him into my room as everyone else walked downstairs.

Drew's POV:

I walked downstairs and sat down with everyone as they introduced themselves to me. There's just something so familiar about Ryan, I can't seem to put my finger on it.

"I'm so sorry about how this week had to start off." Ryder's Aunt Tammy well, not legally her Aunt but, you know what I mean.

"No it's cool. She deserves this and she needed to see Ryan. But, if you don't mind me asking, what's Ryan's last name?" I asked.

"Sheckler." Tammy said.

That's it! He's that skateboarder. I knew he looked familiar. (A/N: I know nothing about Ryan Sheckler's family so, don't go saying "His mom didn't commit suicide".)

"I'm just confused. Ryder's last name was Johnson. Alec's is Jones. And Ryan's is Sheckler. Can someone help me out here?" Keaton asked.

"Basically, Ryan and Ryder have different dads and they took their dads' last names."

Ryder's POV:

As Ryan walked in the room, the awkward tension could be cut with a knife.

"I'm sorry." He said looking around.

"For what? Not being there when I needed you the most? Do you have any idea what I went through?" I almost screamed at him.

"Listen, I'm sorry." He started.

"No, you're not. You could've got me out of there. You knew what my dad was like. You knew that after mom died he would go back to the abuse. But, you didn't help. You knew your dad would've helped. But, you never said a word." I spat.

"Ryder, here me out. I knew all of those things. I let it be because, I knew someone would call the police. You would get adopted and your life would be tons better than what it would've been with me. Do you know who even called about your dad abusing you?!?" He yelled.

"Who was it Ryan?!? Who the hell was it?!?"

"It was me damnit!" He yelled.

Silence.

"Wh-what?" I stuttered out. "You cared?"

"I always have and I still do care."

I lunged at him and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thank you." I whispered as tears fell.

"Ok now stiffen your upper lip. C'mon." He said and grabbed my hand, pulling me downstairs with him.