When the Day Met the Night {RYDEN}

Chapter 8: the end? Not yet.

POV: Brendon

"Brenny,  can you pass the salt please?" Kara asked, pointing to the small shaker at the end of the table.

They had taken their mom to dinner for mothers day,  and even though the other siblings couldn't make it their mom was happy to be appreciated.

"Mom can I please check my phone?"Brendon asked. "It's been going off for a while."

"You know the rules about phones at the dinner table. And you're just so popular everyone wants to talk to you."

"but mom-"

"No buts, Bren. "

Brendon sighed. His phone had stopped going off. Well if they had stopped they don't need him, right?

He still didn't feel good about ignoring the messages. He snuck his phone under the table and turned it on.

As soon as he saw Ryan's messages he jumped up.

"Brendon,  I told you not to have your phone out! Where are you going?"

Brendon was already running for the door.

"Ryan's in trouble," he yelled as he ran out. He couldn't take the car. His mom still had the keys. He could, however, run. Which he did. He had never run so fast in his life but he needed to get to Ryan as soon as possible.

When he got to Ryan's house he found the cops outside, and the paramedics carrying a stretcher into the house. A man who he could only assume to be Ryan's father was being pushed out of the door in handcuffs and to the police car.

"What happened?" he asked the nearest officer.

"Tried killing his kid. Do you know him?"

Brendon was already running into the house. "Ryan!" he called out.

The medics carried a stretcher with the limp body of the brown haired boy. Blood covered his right arm and there was also some blood on his shirt. Well, 'some' would be an understatement.

"No,  no, no!" he cried,  backing out of the way of the medics.

He followed them out and saw that Ryan's dad was fighting against the police as they tried to push him into the car.

"who the fuck are you? " he slurred as he saw Brendon.

"someone who actually cares about your son."

Brendon walked away calmly as he could. He wanted to bust that man's face in, but knew it probably wasn't the best idea. He began to run as he got closer to the ambulance.

"Are you a friend of Ryan?" a paramedic asked as Ryan was loaded into the ambulance.

"yes. Can I go with him?" he responded quickly.

"of course." She held the door open for Brendon to climb in next to Ryan and then closed it to go to the front.

"Ry... honey please I'm so sorry please be okay..." he whispered. t
Tears began to fall down Brendon's cheeks as he brushed the hair away from the boy's eyes.

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POV: Ryan

Ryan woke up in a dark space. As he tried to sit up, he hit his head on the top of whatever he was in. As he felt around he felt softness all around him... What the hell was he stuck in?

He tried to push on the curved top of this container but failed, no matter how hard he tried. He winced at a pain he felt in his arm. Upon reaching towards it, he found that it was wrapped in bandages, stained by his own blood. He started to scream, and banged on the interior with his good arm. It wasn't too long until he heard a soft click, and his eyes were sung by the bright lights of the sun filtering through the windows of the church. What the...

Ryan looked up to see his mother, opening the door to the... Casket? He was in.

"mom?" he asked.

The woman smiled, tears staining her face.  "honey, please be okay."

"I'm okay mom." he smiled back.

Suddenly the lights went out. Only darkness remained and in place of his mother a looming figure stood above him. It was his dad.

Ryan jumped out of the casket and ran for the door,  his father chasing after him. As he went through the door he found himself back in his own room, blood stains on the floor by the closet. His dad was close behind him. He couldn't let this happen again.

Ryan sped towards the window, flinging it open and jumping out into the darkness as he began to fall.

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POV: Brendon

As soon as Ryan got out of surgery and was put in his hospital bed, Brendon was right by his side. He lay next to him talking to him, just waiting for a response. This went on for three days, and Brendon still refused to leave his side even to eat. The only times he got up was to use the bathroom, and he still didn't even do that very often. Since he refused to leave Ryan's side, his mom brought him things to eat.

He laid on his side, brushing his hand through the other boy's hair and whispering things like "honey, you're gonna be okay" and "I'm so sorry" to him.

He began to cry. Brendon was so scared... He was losing hope... And he felt so guilty for not being there. For not being able to stop it from ever happening. He laid his arm over the other boy and hugged him close.

"honey, please be okay..." he whispered.

He heard Ryan faintly mumble something, and it sounded like he was trying to say "I'm okay mom."

Brendon's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words. Mom. Was Ryan dreaming of his mom?

"Honey please wake up." he said,  softly cradling Ryan's face in his hands.

He kept whispering this to the other boy, and he watched his face as he dreamt. He looked pained and sad... And scared.

The heart rate monitor started to beep faster. He was having a nightmare.

"Ryan wake up," he said again,  sitting up and shaking the boy's shoulders. Ryan sat up screaming and when he reached around and found Brendon he wrapped his arms tightly around him.

Ryan cried into Brendon as he tried to calm him down.

"Honey, what happened?" he asked softly, rubbing his hand in circles on Ryan's back.

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Okay so not the end

Maybe one more chapter?

I'm not really sure at this point but I like how it's going tbh

Anyways since it is now summer I will likely post more frequently and maybe more at once??

I have a shit ton of ideas and I'll be having a poll of sorts on my 'life' book later :)

Mkay byeee