//ryan's p.o.v//
         •play the song while reading•
                              Thursday
                              I sit down in the corner of my room and bite on my nails. A soft breeze sends shivers down my spine, I sit and wait from him to come. A small clink coming from his metal cane echos down the hall and into the room. I hold my breath and look to the door. "George?" He calls out, voice scratchy, but clear coming through the walls. "Yes?" I call back, and I get the scrape of his cane against the floor in reply, a few minutes past before he busts into the room. I've gotten used to what he looked like, all the years I've spent with him, his decayed and rotten face, his broken teeth, the goo that caked around his eyes that made him almost blind, his metal legs, his sharp nails that stretch out like talons on his fingers and toes, his breath that made me want to vomit everytime he came close, the drool that spills from his mouth, that barely closes all the way because his bottom teeth have become, soft and almost non-existent. Yeah, used to it. He walks over to me, he never needed eyes to see, he had this thing where he could just sense where you were, the exact spot too. But then again he wasn't really human.  He take hold of my arm and tanks me upwards, I ignore the pain from his nails digging in my flesh. He pulls me out of the room and into the long rotted hallway. I focus on the walls and the wallpaper peeling off, flaking onto the floor. His breath loud and heavy in my ears drawing my attention away from the walls. I focus on the way his back crunches and groans as he walks into the bottom cellar, pulling me in after. He thrusts me into wall. I muffle the cry that threatens to pop out of my mouth. "I know you left." He says, balling his hands into fists. "You can't just leave me, I won't allow it." He gives me a hard glare. "You'll stay in here until I can trust you to not leave." He gives me look, as if he doesn't want to do this and it's because I gave him no choice. I swallow the urge to yell at him, I can only take beating so often. He slams the door to the cellar and locks it. I get up and make my way into the corner of the cellar. It hits me just then. Dallon, I'm supposed to meet him. I huff and run my fingers through my hair. jesus fuck. I look around the dim lit cellar and a smile makes it's way onto my face. I look at the small hole across the and laugh. I crawl over and pick at the bricks. They fall out slowly barely making a sound against the padded floor, I think back to when I first made the tunnels and give myself a pat on the back. Once the hole is big enough I slide down the small tunnel, it leads into a small cluster of trees. I make my way into the trees leaving the mansion behind. when the hell did I become so bold. I think, crawling over a stump.
                              //dallon's p. o. v//
                              I turn up the car radio, throwing a fruit snack at Brendon, who dodges and sticks his tongue out. "Oh shut up." I say rolling my eyes, he chuckles and leans back into the passenger seat. I pull into the trees where we met Ryan a few days ago. I get out and look around. "I don't think he's here." I tell Brendon, who had followed me out of  the car. I squint and push a hand through my hair. I spot him just then covered in dirt, shivering and hunched against a tree. I run over to him, kneeling down beside his body. He looks up and smiles at me. "Hey." he huffs out and looks back down. I frown and nudge his arm. "Hey, um. Do you wanna maybe come to my house." He looks hesitant so I add. "If you want to, that is. Just so you can clean off." I offer and he smiles over at me. He nods and moves to stand up. When we reach the car, I lay a blanket on the backseat and usher Ryan to sit. 
                              We drive in silence. 
                              ||a/n||
so I decided to put a chapter of the story in ryan's point of view because I felt like I left out what he's dealing with and why he's so bitter and hesitant to dallon also I'm working on a playlist for this book. cuz for me reading is always better with music. Also Ryan seems more outgoing in this chapter is because he warmed up to Dallon really quick.~🌫 p.s. I'll update soon bcuz this was a cliffhanger.✌
                                      
                                          
                                  
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HorrorWe stare at each other for a second, just taking in the others face. "You're fascinating." I say breaking the silence. He quirks an eyebrow and I regret saying it, as I wait for rejection, again. But he only smiles moving closer. "You think so?" He...
                                              
                                          