Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? ( Ryan Ross X Reader)

The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake.

Ryan's POV:
I woke up in the morning to find ourselves in the same position in which we had fallen asleep.
Y/N was still asleep. My stomach rumbled loudly. I didn't feel like waking her up, she looks so peaceful while asleep. I slowly got down from the bed so as to not wake her up and went down to Brendon's kitchen. I met Mr and Mrs. Urie in the kitchen.
Mr.Urie was reading the newspaper while Mrs. Urie was busy making breakfast for him.
"Good morning Mr and Mrs. Urie!" I greeted them as I went and opened their fridge to find something to eat. People might think it a little weird of me to open their fridge and check for food, but I'm used to it and so are they. I'm almost always at Brendon's house.
Mrs. Urie smiled at me and kissed my cheek as she said, " Don't call me Mrs.Urie, it makes me feel old! Now what would you like for breakfast?"

"Its OK, you don't need to. I'll make it." I said as I sat down beside Mr.Urie.
"Where are Brendon and Y/N ?" He asked me as he folded up the newspaper and took a sip of his tea.
"Still sleeping, Mr.Urie." I replied.
He looked at me and smiled.
"You can call us mom and dad. You're just like a son to us." He said.
I just smiled at him and the next moment Brendon entered the dining room and sat down beside me.
He rested his head on my shoulder. He always does this whenever he wakes up from his sleep.
"Where's Y/N?" He asked me.
"She's still sleeping" I replied as I patted his head.
"Tell her to wake up or I'll eat up her portion of the breakfast too!" He replied, grinning.
As I was getting up from the chair, my knee hit the edge of the table. Right where my father had hit me after he had returned home drunk two nights ago. The injury had been quite serious but the pain had subsided.
It started paining again when it hit the table. An excruciating pain shot through my leg and I felt my legs going numb. The next moment, my legs gave way and I fell down on the floor, clutching my leg.

Brendon's POV:

I saw Ryan limping a little as he got up from the chair. The next moment I heard a thud and I could tell something was wrong.
I got up from the chair to find Ryan on the floor, clutching his knee.
Me and my parents rushed over to him. I kneeled down beside him and propped him up on my arms so that he was in a sitting position. He was groaning in pain.
"What happened Ryan?" I asked him .
"N-nothing. I-i just tripp- " he stopped and clutched on his knee even tighter, breathing heavily.
"I'm getting some ice" my mom said.
As she brought the ice to me I rolled up Ryan's pyajama pants to expose his knee.
A gasp escaped from mine and my parents' mouths. There were bruises and cuts all over his leg and his knee was badly bruised and swollen.
"Who did this to you?" I asked, determined to beat up whoever did it.
Ryan's like my brother and its my responsibility to look after him.
He started sobbing uncontrollably into my chest as he hugged me. I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down. I've never seen him cry so badly.
Once he had calmed down a bit, my mom put her arms around him and my father asked him gently.
"Ryan, please tell me who did it. Do your parents know?"

Ryan remained silent for a few moments before saying
"It was my father."
My parents looked at each other, horrified.
I stared at him speechlessly and there was terror in his eyes as he hung his head down.

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It was very difficult for me to write this chapter.