Fallen For A Player

Chapter 16 - A Beautiful Evening

Ryan's POV:

I sat on my bed with the lights turned off. I stared at the ceiling which was covered by layers of darkness and I wondered how am I even going to do it? How am I going to quit smoking? I've never even realized when I had embraced smoking, when it had became an important part of my life and now I don't even think I can quit it, maybe because I don't want to, maybe because I rely too much on that dope shit.

I have to do it. There's no way I'm going to quit without trying. Jen would be so disappointed and this isn't entirely about Jen. I'm going to quit smoking and smack a pack a cigarette on Rider's face and watch his anger boil. Man, it would be so awesome to see him burn with rage and that too because of me. The thought of him getting angry made me smirk and encouraged me as well.

I stood up and walked out of my room and I headed downstairs.

"Not feeling sleepy?" I stopped and looked at the room to my right. Dad was leaning heavily on his chair, his head tilted to side to look at me with a frown. He looked exhausted with his laptop's light casting a blueish shadow on his face, making his dark circles seem more obvious.

"Just wanted a drink." I said and he nodded and turned his attention back to his laptop. That's how most of our discussions went. Exchanging one or two questions and then minding our own businesses. I appreciate him not being the typical fathers there are in this world but interfering in my life just a little won't do him any harm.

I sighed silently to myself and walked away. I entered the kitchen and looked for a rubbish bag. I seached beside the rubbish bin and all the drawers I could open but I couldn't find it.

"Dad! Where's the rubbish bag?" I shouted for him and waited for his response.

I heard him drag himself to the kitchen.

"Why do you need it?" He asked with a mug of coffee in his hand as he walked past me.

"Need to throw some old stuff out." I murmued and watched him pull out a plastic bag from a drawer beside the washing machine. He handed the bag to me. "Thanks."

"Wait." He said when I started for my room. I turned around and leaned on the counter, knowing that it's going to take a while for me to be back to my room. He's been expecting my answer on how in the world I got myself so many bruises and I have always said that I'll tell him some other time.

"I'm still waiting for an answer." He said and looked at me seriously.

"I had a fight." I said. "What?" He nearly spit his coffee out in shock.

"Who did this?! Tell me the name and I'll-"

"Dad, chill. It was Jen's brother." He stopped and frowned. His mouth set tight against his jaw, a reflex action of his whenever he's either stressed or mad and I'm guessing right now, it's both.

"Isn't Jen that girl . . ." His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"The girl I love? Yeah." It's going to take a lot longer than I thought. The confusion had not left his eyes so I started with everything from the start.

As I narrated every little mistake of mine like the fact that I smoked, drinked sometimes and other unimaginable horrors Dad had never thought I would do, I saw his eyes started to show fury and anger.

"You started smoking?!" He gripped the mug in his hand so tightly that his knuckles had gone hauntingly white.

"I'm trying to quit it." I managed to say. The last person I want to be angry at me is Dad. He sighed and took off his glasses, an action of disappointed.