Omegle //ryden

i suppose i'll update

Finally the whole thing with Spencer's parent's accident was coming to a resolution. His father started to come out of the coma slowly and now was getting a few words out. Ryan didn't have to be as busy with him.

Musicmanry: Hey I can talk more now.

Brennyboi12: i hope everything worked out! i've been worried about you.

Musicmanry: it's getting better, thank you for being so understanding
Musicmanry: you've been really supportive and I couldn't ask for more

Brennyboi12: aw! 😊💕 you're a great guy ryan! You deserve good people in your life

Musicmanry: Well how have you been? I haven't got to hear what you've been up to

Brennyboi12 is typing...

Ryan did feel guilty about not really caring about Brendon's sides of things. He was just so distracted with his best friend.

Ryan could remember when Spencer had to do a similar thing for him. It was actually only less than a year ago.

George had been an alcoholic for years already. He had given the short end of the stick to his son. He didn't treat him like a normal father would. Discipline meant violence that was taken way out of hand.

Ryan could recall an event where his father came barreling through his bedroom with gibberish pouring out of his mouth. A half broken bottle gripped in his white knuckle fist.

Blood stained his sheets and the carpet that night from him and his father. They never knew what had turned him so angry that night, but various variations of that night would never cease to continue.

Years later his liver was failing. There was no possible way for them to get him a donor in time, so they all had to watch him die. Ryan didn't leave or talk to a single soul after the funeral. He was wrecked with anger and depression.