My Kind of Perfect // raryn [COMPLETED]

6 - lucille

A R Y N

Someone in the world once said "everybody has a chapter they don't read aloud", but I am literally stepping into Ryan's chapter of his life that he doesn't want anyone to know about. I could not move, I could not breathe, my eyes were glued on the scene in front of me. It was not only horrifying, but it was traumatizing.

Ryan was laying tied up on a blood stained mattress, his eyes covered with a once white rag, which is now grey and had a few blood stains on it, his body was covered in bruises shaped in hand prints, his blood was wiped along his stomach, legs, basically his whole body was covered in his own blood. I only focused on his face which was covered and stained in tears and pain. By just looking at his face, you could tell how much pain he was in.

"Ryan?" I whispered walking over towards his body. Not a word, only a whimper from his red stained lips.

"Please talk to me," I muttered while I untied the ropes, and then took his blindfold off.

"You have to leave," he barely spoke out loud when I took the blindfold off. "Aryn, please just leave, don't get involved."

"Whether you like it or not, I am involved Ryan."

"No, just leave Aryn, I don't want you here," Ryan stubbornly spoke as he began to pick up the old rag, but I held onto his wrist before he could grab it.

"Why won't you let me help you?" I whispered to Ryan, who's soft expression he used to have was replaced with pain, and troubled, but I knew he was strong.

"Because you can't save me, no one can, I can do this on my own, I don't need you!" Ryan's voice echoed only in the small almost emptied room.

"But you need saving."

"The only thing I need is my sister to be safe, I can deal with this, just leave Aryn, forget all about me, forget you even met me," He muttered as his father barged in.

"Oh excellent you're done, Storm, Lucille is waiting for you," with that, Ryan weakly got up from the bed, with blood running down his legs, but he quickly covered his body before leaving the room liming. His father looked at me and smirked.

"That's 150 dollars for an hour," I coughed up the money, but did not regret it. I got to see if he was okay, he isn't and I know he wouldn't want me to do anything, but I have to, right?

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R Y A N

I walked into the perfectly painted pink room to see my six year old sister, playing in her chair. She had a huge smile on her face, playing with her dolls. I smiled before sitting down beside her.

"You're hurt again bubba," she whispered before getting a box from under her bed, Lucille opened it to reveal a first aid kit. She began to clean my wounds, and I began to wonder how on earth am I here, with my six year old sister cleaning my wounds but not knowing how they got there.

"You have to be more safe," She whispered as she put a my little pony plaster on my cheek. I smiled with a chuckle escaping from my lips.

My father can put me through hell and back , but if that is what I have to do just to protect her, I will.

"I'll try and be safe," I whispered a promise that will be broken soon. After she cleaned up the cuts she could see, Lucille was back playing with her dolls and toys. I just smiled, staring at her before a knock interrupted us.

"Lucille, I'm going to have to take Storm for a few hours okay?" Our father asked my younger sister, she looked at me, but nodded knowing either way I'll have to leave. I just patted her head before I left the room and was tied back onto the bed in my room.

"I should never let you leave this bed," my dad hissed as he tied me down. Even if I didn't have a client, my father would still tie me down, it's the reason I haven't been in school for the past week. It's my punishment for taking Lucille's place, but I didn't care.

"Don't then, see if I care," I muttered as he left the room. One thing that was a disadvantage for being tied down was, I was all alone with my thoughts. It was just me and my obnoxious mind, who was telling me things will be okay. But I knew it wouldn't be okay, honestly I didn't care though, because Lucille is safe. That's all that matters.

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Y U I

Aryn stood outside of my door with me, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"He's tied up Yui, he can't move, he can't see, he's covered in his own blood, but he wouldn't let me help him," Aryn cried out. I sighed looking at him.

"Why wouldn't be let you help?" I asked looking at the crying blond.

"He said as long as Lucille is safe, he'll keep doing it," my heart stopped.

"He was going to make Lucille do that?" I whispered to myself, but Aryn nodded.

"Aryn, you do know that Ryan will not leave there, because if he does, Lucille will have to take his place. And she's six years old and crippled." Aryn looked at me.

"Lucille was in an accident when she was two, but somehow she only managed to lose the feeling in her legs, if she had to go through  everything Ryan is going through, it would kill her because she has feeling in her lower area. He's saving her, so he doesn't want someone to save him."

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YES LUCILLE IS IN A WHEELCHAIR, AND SHES SIX BUT TBH SHES GONNA BECOME A MAJOR CHARACTER FOR RYAN

- lots of love, b x

p.s Yui is more like a person to inform Aryn of things, she'll be in the story from now on, but will hold a lot of information so if she's in it from now on, shit is gonna go down.