My Bad Boy Roommate

Chapter Nine

My heart was pounding in my chest, as my feet sprinted down the road. I had to run faster, I could feel my body tiring and slowing down. Grunts could be heard from my pursuer as I tried to run faster, hot tears running down my face.

"No, no, no."

I tired to go faster but it was if my legs were slowing down and there was nothing I could do about it. I had worked too hard to give up, if I was caught there was no way I could try again. He wouldn't let me.

My scream was caught in my throat as his large hands reached my small frame and it was although the world had slowed as the chance for escape slipped through my fingers.

"Baby, where are you going? You don't love me anymore?"

I avoided looking at the face that haunted me and the face I thought I could trust.

"Why don't you love me?!"

His yell shook me as I turned but instead of his haunting brown eyes, it was peircing green eyes staring into my soul.

It was Ryder.

That's when the scream finally made its way out of my mouth.

"Shay? Shay? Shay!"

I awoke to the same green eyes that overtook my dream but instead of screaming, I found comfort in them as I threw myself into his arms, throwing his black bandana across the room in the process. His body stiffened with surprise before relaxing as he wrapped himself around me, and rubbed my back whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

***

Ryder fell asleep a few minutes ago, just as the sun began coming back over the horizon and I felt better just being in his arms. I didn't know who he was, what he did but at that moment I didn't care and that's what I knew it was dangerous because I seemed to like guys who were no good for anybody. I pushed myself off the hard mattress my father had laid out for Ryder, and started downstairs in my pink and fluffy pajama shorts and tank top, towards the barn.

At the moment, I didn't care about getting my clothes dirty, I just wanted to get some time to myself to think about the nightmare that always haunted me and how it changed last night. How it was Ryder instead of the boy that terrorized me. Is that a sign about who Ryder is? Or am I just over thinking this damn thing?

I sat down on the bottom of Rebel's pen as she silently ate her hay, and just petted at her feet as the sun slowly showed itself over the horizon and showed light on a new day.

***

I quietly made my way inside, it was still before nine on a weekend, there was no way that anyone in this house was up, but as soon as I opened the screen door, I knew that I had spoken too soon.

Ryder stood in the kitchen, gray sweats replaced his usual black jeans and a band t-shirt. He stood before the stove, bacon sizzling, the smell making my mouth water.

"Good morning, Shay. Have a nice ride?"

I frowned, he's being pleasant, what the hell is wrong him?

"I just went to see Rebel, no ride."

He nodded, before motioning to the toast that had just finished.

"Would you butter that for me, please? I'm trying to finish breakfast before your parents wake up."

My jaw would have dropped if my head wasn't pounding so hard, not allowing to. I didn't answer him, but just walked over towards the stairs making my way to my room before climbing up on the roof.

Was me crying on Ryder a dream? Did he even comfort me? Or is that why he's being nice?

No way, if Ryder knew he would have immediately started asking questions as soon as I stepped inside the kitchen.

"Breakfast is ready, come down Shay!"

His deep raspy voice called to me as I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't ask him if last night actually happened, it would be embarrassing.

As I climbed back into my room, I got my answer as I spotted the bandana laying across the room on the floor and two pillows on Ryder's bed rather than one.

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April

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