Stall Me [Ryden] [BOOK TWO]

six

So on the way home I managed to get a few naps in, but a majority of the drive was spent loathing the next time Sarah break checked me, and sent me wishing for death- yet again. When I finally did get home, I spent maybe five more extra minutes on each of my dogs; Penny Lane and Bogart. Though when I'd gotten up to go to sleep, I realized the door to Sarah and I's room was locked.

"Sarah?" 

"Guest bedroom, Brendon." Her voice still held venom, so I didn't question it. Instead, I lifted Bogart into my arms, and limped on over to the guest bedroom, where I fell asleep with little to no problems, besides the pain my ankle in. It helped that the dogs kept me company, honestly.

...

I woke up rather early the next morning, and right away my hand went to my phone. Sarah couldn't do anything to me if somebody was here to keep her from it. I wanted him to be here before Sarah woke. Maybe I could please her with some breakfast. So I sat up in bed, released a yawn, and snatched my phone from the bedside table. Bogart was still curled up on the pillow near where my head had rested, as for Penny, she was jumping at me with soft whines.

I sent Penny a sympathetic look before the phone picked up, and Ryan's voice reached my ears. His morning voice..a little raspy, but otherwise deep and melodic. "Hmm?" He mumbled. I sighed in relief and slid off my bed, already stripping myself of my pants to gain another, nicer pair on. "Could you come over?" 

"This early in the morning?" He whined. I put the phone on speaker, setting it on my dresser, as I then changed my shirt. "Yes, you said that if I needed you, you'd come over. I'm gonna try to please Sarah with a breakfast this morning. Problem is; I can't cook." I urgently spoke, then standing at my dresser as i tried to fix up my hair in the mirror. "Ugh, fine. I'll be over soon." 

I smiled softly as the other hung up, then disappeared out the door. It was time to start my morning of chores I'd assigned myself. Letting the dogs out, feeding them, getting some dishes out for breakfast, and taking the trash out. In fact as I was walking out to the dumpster in the front yard to throw the trash out, Ryan pulled up in his own car. I assumed Dallon must've driven home, or even Ian. Whatever the case, he finally had his own car. 

He was quick to slip out and follow me inside, where we spent the entire morning cooking. We didn't say anything to each other, just cooked and cleaned. Well, he cooked, and I cleaned. Again. I can't cook. As I was rushing past Ryan to deposit a stack of napkins on the table, I somehow managed to bump into him. In a flash, however, I set the napkins down, and whirled around in time to catch him.

The man released a yelp of surprise, clutching tightly to my arms from where he leaned against me. I smiled softly, in a more affectionate manner, amusement littered my expression. He must've took notice, because in no time he was smiling too. In fact, he was even laughing. Let me remind you Ryan looks a lot better with a smile on his face. His smile is pretty..

"Brendon? Why the fuck is Ryan here at 7am?!" I released Ryan, jumping back with a gasp. In the chain of events that lead to me holding Ryan, I'd forgotten about Sarah. But now she stood in the kitchen, glaring at the two of us. Her hair was put together nicely, as was her outfit. It made me wonder; where was she going? Not only that, but she had her keys in her hand, and her shoes on her feet.

"Uhh, we were making you breakfast. I wanted to apologize," I admitted. My cheeks were heated in embarrassment. Sarah frowned sourly at the two of us. Me, where I stood by the table, and Ryan, who was actually down on the floor, on his knees, after I'd just dropped him and let him fall to the ground. I'm supportive. 

"I don't want your apology, Brendon, not if you're gonna drag more of your gay ass friends around." She spat, and before I could react to what she'd said, she moved closer, and aimed a kick for my ankle, with the heel of her high heels. I released a yelp and fell back against the table as the pain that shot through my foot (and leg) caught me off guard. "Hey!" Ryan spoke up, a growl edging his voice. Sarah ignored him, however.

"I don't want to start anything with you, Ryan, so this is for you." She muttered, then turned and kneed me in the groin. Finally, I'd had it. With my ankle flaring up in pain, and now my own crouch, I let myself double over, a groan escaping my lips. My face was twisted in pain. Ryan hopped up from where he stood and forced his way between Sarah and I. 

"Sarah! That's enough! You can't take out all your anger on him. You know what? I think it'd be best if you just left. Go." Ryan insisted, snapping his fingers and pointing towards the door. I kept my eyes clenched shut, but I could take a pretty good guess at what was happening. Soon enough, the door was shut, after some complaints from Sarah, and some reasoning from Ryan, but I refused to move. Every step I took was more painful than the last, now that I had not one, but two reasons to be limping. 

Ryan's hands found my arms, and he gave me a little tug to straighten me back up. I was wheezing, my eyes still clenched shut, and my face still twisted up at the unpleasant occurrence. Ryan sighed and gently wrapped his arms around me, in which I tensed. I could feel tears forming on my eyelashes, and soon they were rapidly escaping my eyelids, it was like Niagara Falls all over again. "Brendon, breath, shh, here. She's gone, come this way. We're gonna lay down on the couch, alright?" 

I simply nodded, and allowed him to wrap one arm around my waist, as he guided me around my own house. I felt like a baby, letting him do this, but I was shaken up, and in pain. I wasn't gonna turn down his offer. I let my eyes open, but my vision was still blurred from the tears streaming down my cheeks. Why was Sarah like this? It wasn't the first time, certainly, but that didn't mean I was gonna "suck it up" and take it like some people had told me. Easily said, I unfriended them on Facebook. 

I turned and sent a glance over my shoulder at Ryan, who nodded encouragingly to me, and let me fall back on the couch. Penny and Bogart had soon jumped up and curled up at my side, as Ryan disappeared and reappeared in almost no time with a pillow and a blanket. I let him prop my head up against the arm of the couch, instead insisting my ankle be levitated on the pillow. Ryan obliged. 

Soon enough I had a movie playing on the tv, too, with Ryan curled up not too far from me. I was only maybe half way into the movie; Finding Dory, when I'd lost interest in the couch arm I was sleeping against, and instead went through all the struggle to turn myself all the way around towards Ryan. I crawled across the couch to him, eventually just letting myself collapse in his lap. My upper half was resting in his lap, while my lower half was resting with the dogs. I was lying down on my stomach.

I was almost asleep when I felt Ryan's hand gently rest on my back, where he rubbed encouraging circles, to calm me. Surprisingly enough, it worked. I'd stopped crying. Instead, I passed out, right there in Ryan's lap, with the dogs by my feet and Ryan whispering sweet things to me. I was happy. 

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this has been long overdue omg

- adakias (aka saturn idc)