•Bittersweet (Ryan Sitkowski)• COMPLETED

Here's My Chance { 20 }

Ryan

Hiding out in my room, I pace back and forth as I hear Jessica scuttle about the small townhouse getting ready for the day. Normally I would be asleep at 9 in the morning but I had woken up when Alex got up for college this morning, Ricky driving her and dropping her off since he had some things to go do.

It's been a week since the dinner party and since then, I've done everything possible to avoid Jess. I didn't like the fact that I was noticing all these little things about her. It reminded me of the time when we were in high school. How I would notice every tiny little thing she did or how she would react to certain things or topics. Believe it or not, I actually did care for Jess back then. Or at least, in the beginning I did. Towards the end of our relationship, I admit I turned into a dick and I didn't care. I had no true excuse why. I hit that point in my life where everything just pissed me off. I wanted to see people miserable and that's what I did. Except, she was the only one who I did it to.

Over the years, I never regretted what I did. Even when I first moved in, I still didn't regret it. It wasn't until last week when I saw how dead she looked that I felt a bit of guilt for everything that's she's been through. Everything I put her through.

Whatever she was hiding was killing her. I know Ricky knows and I've tried to question him about it but he always changes the subject or acts like he hasn't noticed anything. I also know they're not dating anymore. I had figured that out pretty quickly after it happened but didn't say anything because of how excited Alex was about them being together.

A quiet 'fuck' and a small bang catches my attention and I start to chew on my bottom lip. The front door closes an I walk over to the window in my room and watch as Jessica heads to her car. The discomfort in her face was clear as digs for her keys before settling into her car. Once more, I see her rub at her chest.

I stare down at her. Every day, she was getting worse and worse. Watching her,  I pause as something comes to mind. Glancing back down at where she sits in her car, I whisper, "Fuck it," and toss on my shoes.

Without thinking, I run out of my room and outside. I could see where Jessica had started up the car and was about to back up. Not giving myself to talk myself out of why I was doing, I wrench open the door to the passenger side and hop in the front seat.

"Ryan?" She whispers as I stare at her.

I was going to find out what the fuck is going on. Whether she likes or not.