Troubled Soul (ryden fanfic)

Chapter 13- Troubled

(Ryan's p.o.v)

    I almost dropped my phone from hearing Brendon scream. The phone hung up during his scream. I stopped in my steps, still in shock. What the hell just happened? I start to run faster on the side of the highway. I may never sleep tonight, I need to get to him, he needs me.

   My stuff is giving me so much weight to carry, I feel so light headed. My thoughts are swarming inside my head, my hearts beating faster, my limbs are shaking from running so much, and mouth is catching for breath. I run as fast as a rabbit, which isn't really fast.

   What if he's dead? No, no, his dad wouldn't kill him. Get your shit together Ryan. I run my hands threw my hair and mentally slap myself. This is all my fault, if I hadn't kissed him when his parents came in, or even if I didn't exist this wouldn't happen.

   I noticed the road off the highway is the one I have to get off of, 54. I run off and get onto the sidewalk. I open my phone to see where to go next. Okay so around Taco bell, straight down till Safeway, then turn right, then turn left on the third road, and keep walking straight till you see a Starbucks. Okay that's good for now.

  I turn off my phone and run the sidewalks, occasionally stopping for breath because P.E. wasn't really my thing. Okay so I'm already at Safeway so turn right and left on the third road.

      After all that I turn on my phone again. I check to see how long till I can get to Brendon's, 8 hours, and it's 5:47 p.m. already. Dammit, I don't think I'm going to rest tonight, I have to get to Bren.

(Brendon's p.o.v)

    I lied on the cold floor. My palms sweating and shaking. The air around me felt hard to breath in. My head felt like a zoo, a bunch of animals trying to escape, but instead their suffering. My body felt weak, like a stick that fell off a tree. The tree choppers chopped me down. My dad was the tree chopper.

   He beat me, but not just a bunch of punches. He almost pulled a knife on me, his pocket knife. I have never seen this side of him before, ever. My nose was bleeding onto the floor, my hand was clutched on my stomach, My shirt was kind of ripped, bruises filled my body, and my head hurt. I felt so worthless, like I don't deserve anything. I don't deserve Ryan, he's too perfect.

   I sat there a while, letting my dark thoughts overtake me. My phone was taken away, so they would wouldn't let me talk to anybody. I hope they don't see my messages. I would literally get killed for the messages between me and Ryan.

  I realized I couldn't see very well, did he beat me so hard he knocked out my vision? I then realized I don't have my contacts in. He must have either punched them out of me or broke them. I slowly got up, groaning at the pain that ran threw my body.

   I zombie walked over to my nightstand and got my red rimmed glasses on. I saw things better and looked at where I lied. Blood was on the wood and I felt like I could see my tears stained on it as well. I sigh and walk into the bathroom. I'm so worthless. I bet Ryan isn't even coming, why would he.

   I sigh and look over at my shaving razor. I shake my head and grab my blanket. I wrap it around me and embrace. With it around me I clean up my bloody face. Then I walk back into the bedroom and plop onto my bed.

   I decide to take a nap. My thoughts keep on distracting me, fuck you thoughts. I turned my mind over to Ryan and my breath slowed and I fell asleep.

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   I woke up around two a.m. Great, now I won't be able to sleep again. I need to see my phone, I tiptoe down stairs and into the living room. I saw my phone in a clear box. Great hiding place. I sneak over to it and open it. I quickly turn it on, looking around frantically.

   3 missed calls, 5 messages. All from Ryan. I smirk.

Ryan: Brendon! Are you okay? I love you.

Ryan: I'm not sleeping tonight so I can get to you quicker. It'll be scary but it's worth it.

Ryan: Please answer me baby. I'm worried sick.

Ryan: My phone is going to die soon, so please reply.

Ryan: I'm near where you live, be ready.

   I gasped at the last one and jumped in excitement. I text back.

Brendon: I'm sorry, I got my phone taken away. Where are you now? I can meet you?

Ryan: Yes. My phone is going to die like really quick. Meet me at the closest park near your house, I'll be at the playground <3

          I squealed in excitement and took my phone upstairs, yea I'm taking it back! I got a backpack and got a bunch of clothes, bathroom essentials, my charger, my headphones, some food, drinks, important things to me like my drivers permit, and some other things. Now it's time for the real challenge. Too get money.

  I snuck into my parents money safe and grabbed a couple hundred dollars. What? Their rich. I quietly close it and run back into my bedroom. I get out a pen and paper and write a note.

    Dear terrible parents,

      I hope your happy now. I hope your happy your gay son has left. I did this for me, not for you anyway. And mother, Dad has been beating me, I thought you should know so he can get aressted, unless you don't care that I'm hurt. Whatever, this is goodbye. I can't deal with your bullshit anymore. Goodbye Forever.

  - Your "son", Brendon Boyd 'Urie'.

      I put the note on my bed and grabbed my stuff. I almost forgot my blanket and pillow. I'm so excited.

   I dropped my bag out the window, onto the grass. Then next my pillow, blanket, and some other bags of my stuff. I took one last look at my room and slid down the gutter thingy onto the ground. I smiled and grabbed all my stuff into my arms.

    I happily walked off of the lot I used to live in and looked at it one last time. I smiled so bright, my mouth opened.

  I walked onto the sidewalk and to the park a couple blocks down.