hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter eight

Trigger Warning:
This chapter contains physical and verbal abuse.

rye.beaumxnt: what? no no letting that go.
andy_fowler: why not?!
rye.beaumxnt: bcus if there is sumthing goin on i want 2 help

I sighed. I put down my phone and rubbed my temples. This is crazy.

I heard footsteps trailing upstairs and my breathing hitched. They got louder and louder until my bedroom burst open. I looked up and saw my dad with bloodshot eyes. His face was pale and a beer bottle was gripped tightly in his left hand.

"Where's all my money, you little shit." He slurred, stepping into the room.

"I don't know." I replied honestly.

"Bullshit! You took all my money... do-don't lie to me!" He bellowed. My phone suddenly flashed with a notification and I flinched. My dad glared in the direction of the light.

"Who are you texting?" He growled, walking over to my phone. I quickly picked my phone up.

"No one." I said quickly. His fist suddenly came in contact with my jaw and I fell backwards onto the floor at impact. I groaned in pain. I looked to my side and saw my phone has smashed on the ground. My heart dropped.

"Little fucker." My dad mumbled, walking back out of the room. I held in the tears. I haven't cried in a long time, and I don't plan on crying anytime soon. I carefully lifted myself off the ground and picked up my phone. The screen was completely smashed.

"Fuck." I groaned. I ran my free hand down my face and sat back down on my bed. I checked the stupid notification. Of course, it was Rye.

rye.beaumxnt: r u still there???
andy_fowler: yeah sorry I just dropped my phone and now it's smashed :/
rye.beaumxnt: oh no, srry dude :(
andy_fowler: do you know how much it is get it fixed?
rye.beaumxnt: idk liek 60/70 or sumthing.

My heart dropped once again. It'll take me months to save up for that! Probably even years, seeing as my "parents" always take my money.

andy_fowler: oh well, i guess i'll just have to deal with a broken screen.
rye.beaumxnt: i can get it fixed for u if u want
andy_fowler: no that's alright. thanks for the offer though.
rye.beaumxnt: u sure?
andy_fowler: yes I'm sure. I'm gonna head to bed now
rye.beaumxnt: ok ttyl

I sighed as I switched off my phone. My jaw was still in agony but there wasn't much I could do about it. I plugged my phone in to charge and quickly stripped out of today's clothes and pulled on my pyjama bottoms. I crept under the covers but I couldn't fall asleep; my jaw was in too much pain.

So I stayed awake for most of the night. I went on instagram for a bit but eventually got bored, so I just kind of lay awake with my thoughts.
I ended up thinking about Rye. Well, more specifically, about what Rye said.

I mean, he seemed genuine. I feel like I should trust him. But there's this voice in the back of my head telling me not to. Telling me to reject him. But I do kind of, want to be his friend.

And even if this is a big trick, just so he and his friends can make fun of me, I can take. I've been through worse. I'm going through worse. A little bit of embarrassment won't change much for me.