When the Day Met the Night {RYDEN}

Chapter 7: Sad

WARNING!!!
This chapter may be triggering. Trigger warnings include and may spoil:
One drunken, Angry, homophobic father
Abuse
Blood
Near death
SaDNESS
Like really... I cried writing this...

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The next day at school Brendon didn't go over and talk to Ryan the same way he did before. He said 'hey' as he passed by his desk but not much else. Ryan felt like it was his fault. He went over to Brendon's desk to talk to him.

"Brendon I'm sorry for storming out like that..."

Brendon stayed quiet other than a quiet "it's okay", pretending to focus on the desk in front of him.

"it's not just okay, Bren, I hurt your feelings..."

"Ryan, will you please stay at my place again?" The other boy said a but louder, looking up at him like a lost puppy.

"As long as my dad is okay with it."

Brendon sighed. "Okay."

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Later that day Ryan texted his dad, but he didn't let him go. He said Ryan needed to spend more time at home, whatever that means. It doesn't make sense. A father who is never there for his kid refusing for him to go to a friend's?

Either way, Ryan told Brendon and then made his way home, same as always. He decided he should probably go early, just to make sure his dad didn't get too mad.

He walked in and his dad wasn't there. Oh, whatever. He was probably at a bar or something. Even at 3 pm it's not too unlikely for his dad to be drinking.

Ryan made his way up to his room and closed the door. He laid on his bed and tried his best to clear his mind. He had a few minutes of relaxation before he heard his father come crashing through the front door.

"George! I need to talk to you!"

God. He hated when his dad called him that.

"please just call me Ryan" he said as he walked out of his room.

"I gave you that name for a reason you better respect it." his father yelled at him.

"Well maybe I don't want to be named after someone who ruined my life."

His father glared at him at those words.

"Boy, you better stop talking back to me. I'm your fucking father." he slurred. "Now, who the hell is this kid you've been hanging around with?"

"His name is Brendon-"

"Have you two been fucking?"

"No!"

"Is he gay?"

"Well-"

"Don't lie to me."

Ryan signed. "Yes. He is gay. But I'm not. I'm not dating him."

"Then why does he want you over at his house so often?"

"because maybe he's the only person who actually cares about me! Because maybe you're too much of an asshole and maybe I don't fucking deserve what you put me through!"

"You little son of a bitch..." he snarled. "You deserve it all. You're just a bastard who doesn't appreciate having a father."

"maybe I would appreciate it if you actually were a father to me!"

That was it. That was all his father needed to collide his fist with Ryan's face.

Ryan fell back, covering his face with his arms to avoid the coming blows. He wouldn't dare fight back. He wasn't strong enough even if he had the courage to try.

"I've had enough of waiting for you to kill yourself." he voice boomed as he walked into the kitchen.

Shit.

Ryan ran as fast as he could up to his room and locked the door, then going to his closet and slamming the door shut as fast as he could. He was shaking badly as he reached for his phone and went to text Brendon.

He could barely type correctly with his hands shaking as badly as they were.

Brendon I'm scared

He could hear his father banging on his door.

Brendon please I think my dad is trying to kill me

"God dammit why don't you just kill yourself, make my job a hell of a lot easier."

PLEASE HELP ME BRENDON HE HAS A KNIFE

Still no answer. Ryan realized Brendon wasn't going to answer and so he called 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"

He whispered as quietly as he could so his dad wouldn't hear.

"M-my dad is really drunk and h-hes got a knife I think he's t-trying to kill me." he barely managed to stutter.

"where are you?"

Ryan gave the responder his address. "I'm in the upstairs room in my closet."

"okay. Stay right there, the cops are on the way. What's your name?"

"R-Ryan."

"Ryan, I need you to stay calm. How old are you?"

"eighteen. Shit he's got the key to the door... he's coming in!"

"sweetheart you need to stay calm and quiet, okay? The police shouldn't be too long. "

The phone dropped from Ryan's hand as his dad barged into the room. Tears spilled from his eyes as he shook helplessly in the corner of his closet.

"dad p-please don't hurt me" he cried.

"I'm just gonna do te same thing you do to yourself." he slurred, taking the knife and shaving it into Ryan's hand, clasping his own around it so tight it it felt like it could have broken his son's knuckles if he had squeezed any harder. He had his other arm pushing Ryan against the back wall of his closet as he guided the knife towards Ryan's wrist.

"Dad I'm sorry! I'm so sorry please don't do this!"

It was too late. The blade pierced his skin and it ran up his arm. It wasn't too long before he passed out from the loss of blood.

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FRICK I'M MAKING MYSELF CRY

Next chap will probably be Soon and may possibly be the last??

Mkay byeee