Colorful (Adopted by Emblem3)

Chapter 19: Just a Dream

Ryder's POV:

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"Daddy please stop!" I yelled as my dad's foot made contact with my stomach. "It hurts!"

Tears rushed down my face as the pain was so surreal.

"Shut up bitch." He spat.

He yanked me from the ground and dragged me into the kitchen. He threw me onto the ground, grabbing a lighter.

He lit the lighter, forcing the flames onto my hand, buring my palm.

I screamed in pain, more and more tears came rushing down my face.

"Whore." He said, slapping me, leaving a burning sensation on my cheek.

His fist hit my stomach numerous amounts of times until, I blacked out.

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I woke up, sweating and crying. I was having trouble breathing, as I caught my breath.

I looked around, noticing it was just a dream.

"Ryder, are you okay?" Drew asked, sitting down, pulling me into his lap.

"N-No." I sobbed into his chest.

"It's okay. Was it a bad dream?" He asked, rubbing circles into my back.

"Y-Yeah. I-It was about m-my dad-d." I stuttered out.

"It's okay Ryde, you're safe with me. He can't hurt you now. I promise." He assured me.

All I could do was nod.

"What time is it?" I asked, trying to move on from the subject. I really didn't want to talk about my dad.

"It's 7 pm. We got home about an hour ago, you were asleep so, we let you be." He explained.

"Okay. I'm going to put something else on, I'm all sweaty now." I said. "Thanks for being here for me." I said hugging him.

"Welcome Ryde." He said hugging me back.

"Since when have you called me Ryde?" I questioned the sudden nickname.

He shrugged, as did I and I went upstairs to change.

I kept on the basketball shorts but, changed into a new tank, as the last one was sweaty and tear staind.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned up my face. I layed down and tried to go back to sleep, which didn't work to well.

I turned my phone on, putting my earbuds into my ears and playing Just A Dream by Nelly.

" Uh, Uh, Uh, I was thinking 'bout her, thinkin 'bout me

Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be

Open my eyes yeah, it was only just a dream

So I travelled back down that road

Will she come back? No one knows

I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream

I was at the top and now it's like I'm in the basement

Number one spot and now she find her a replacement

I swear now I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby

And now you ain't around baby I can't think

I should've put it down, should've got the ring

Cause I can still feel it in the air

See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair

My lover, my life, my shawty, my wife

She left me, I'm tied

Cause I knew that it just ain't right."

I can't fall asleep for shit. I pulled my laptop onto my lap and scrolled through twitter.

I looked at my mentions, which turned out not to be the best idea.

'@Ryder_Chadwick you're such a whore get away'

'@Ryder_Chadwick ew youre so ugly'

'@Ryder_Chadwick slut.'

'@Ryder_Chadwick don't listen to the bitches. You're beautiful. Stay Strong babe. xx'

I thought Drew said their fans were chill. Some of them were nice, though.

I quickly composed a new tweet. '@Ryder_Chadwick: Thank you to those who are saying amazing things about me, though alot of you are so not hashtag team inspire'

"Hey, I'm going to get food. You wanna go?" Wes asked.

"Uh, yeah. Just give me a minute." I said, he nodded.

I shut my laptop and went to my wardrobe to change. I didn't even bother to shower.

I pulled on my Journey t-shirt with the cover for their 'Greatest Hits' album on it. I put on black leggings and grey vans. I pulled my hair into a high pony tail.

I jogged downstairs and joined Wes in the car.

"What are we getting?" I asked as we pulled out from the drive way.

"Chicken Wings." He said. Ew, I haven't had those since I stopped eating.

"Why do you always have that look when someone mentions food?"

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