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Later that week 💫
Ryan 🌙

Jenn texted me asking to meet her at the park. The walk wasn't too far & the weather feels nice, just a great Saturday in general.

The past week has been really good, especially living with Dallon. At first sleeping next to each other was awkward. Even more so when every morning we wake up somehow cuddling.

But now we've accepted it & Elle seems weirded out by it but doesn't say anything. Which is nice.

My parents have called over & over with death threats, but I'm completely fine with that. I forget about them sometimes. Even with scars, recovering wounds & bruises as a reminder.

Dallon has no clue about them, since I've had 16 years of practice at hiding them.

Anyways, I see Jenn walking closer to the bench I'm sitting on. She looks as stunning as usual & her hair is now dyed fire red.

She sits next to me & I can tell something's off, & not just the new hair. She seems distant, bored even. What's wrong?

"Ryan... I asked you to come here because I wanna say something important." Jenn says this, sounding as if she really doesn't care.

"What's wrong Jenn?" I ask, trying not to sound too worried.

"We need to break up. The thing is.. I've been seeing someone for a while & I can't officially date them until I dump you. So here I am, dumping you. I tried to feel remorse or pity, but I really don't care about you. I have no romantic feelings towards you & I'm just bored of you to be honest. Bye Ryan."

I sat there as my now ex girlfriend got up & walked away as if she hadn't just broke someone's heart right now. My eyes threatened to spill for the first time in years & I don't know what to do.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed Dallons phone number, wanting to leave this park now.

"Hey Ryan what's up?" I heard Dallon say, his voice sounded rough & hoarse.

"C-can you pick me up? If you're n-not busy.." I stutter then biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Yeah sure I just got done cutting myself- um myself an apple" he chuckled nervously, I didn't even notice how that sounded.

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The whole car ride I didn't open my mouth, I was too scared I'd break down in the passenger seat. Dallon kept looking at me concerned & I felt soso bad. He's so worried about me.

Once we got in the apartment Elle said hi & I just waved, heading to Dallons room. I sat on the bed & tears started to pour out of my eyes. Immediately Dallon rushes over & sat next to me, then pulling me into a hug.

My mind was racing & I can't breathing. All the memories of my dads hand hitting me or a beer bottle or anything he threw cane flooding back. Every hurtful thing he ever said in front of Dallon, or my teachers. Every time my mother guilted me into doing something by telling how much it hurt when her brother was murdered.

Every single feeling I neglected came at me like a train & there was no stopping it. Dallons soothing words were muffled by my mothers toxic words.

I felt a kiss on my cheek, a soft & tender peck that only lasted a millisecond. I could finally start to hear Dallon a little more clearly.

"... Oh my poor Ryan... it's okay baby you can cry all you want, I'm not going anywhere." His voice was like melted chocolate & it somehow helped a bit.

I looked up at him, his eyes looked hurt, confused, sad & worried all at once. He's concerned about me. Dallon cares about me. Someone cares about me. Truly cares about me.

"D-d-distract me?" I stuttered about, still pathetically crying. My dads cruel words were becoming louder & I needed Dallon to somehow shut them out.

I felt myself being pulled down onto the bed & we laid together. He continued to hug me with one arm, as the other threw the blanket over us.

I can't stop fucking crying & it's pathetic. I haven't cried since I was 7 & I didn't want to cry in front of Dallon. My body hurt feeling all the old cuts & bruises my parents gave me. They might've not been there right now, but my mind made me feel the pain all over again.

Dallon pulled me close & ribbed my back as he started to sing. I've never heard him sing, but he sounds beautiful. Dallon started to sing a random tune.

"Well, I used to have a pretty face~"

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