Back Again//// Ryden **Completed**

Coming to Realizations

Ryan's POV.

I can't move. I'm stuck laying on the bed, stripped. I'm cold and I can't move. My head feels heavy. My arms and legs are covered in bruises. My neck, also covered in bruises. My lip is bleeding. Everything hurts. My entire body shakes. I want it to end. I want the pain to stop. 

Then he comes back in. "Hey." He says while taking off his shirt and jeans. No, not again. I let out a small groan. "Come on, not talking anymore?" He says. He climbs on top of me. "Come on, just one word?" He smiles. Sliding his finger down my bare chest. 
"P-Please, stop." I croak. 
"Stop what?" He says, his smile faltering. "Having fun?" He grins again. I groan in pain as he wraps his arm around my waist. He starts sucking on my neck. Then he hits a bruise. I cry out. 
"Shhh, baby, don't worry." His finger trails over my hole. I let out a loud groan. 

"N-No, p-please, s-stop." I cry. Tears threaten to fall. 

He doesn't. Without condoms or anything, he goes inside of me. 
"ARGH! S-stop!" I cry out in pain. Instead, he starts thrusting. I wish I wasn't pinned down. I wish I was strong enough to push in off. But I'm not. And he continues. The stupid smirk on his face.

Intolerable pain... Sam isn't human, not anymore. Eventually, he gets off and walks into the bathroom. Right after a ten-minute shower, he comes out, fully clothed. "I'll be back soon baby." He whispers in my ear. He then walks downstairs, slamming the front door. I try my best to get up. I see that I have some messages... From Brendon. 

Brendon: Hey, you okay?

Brendon: Ryan? You there?

Brendon: I'm getting worried... 
Brendon: Ryan if you don't answer I'm going to kick your door down and find you. 
Brendon: Ryan, seriously, are you okay?!

I stare at the phone. 

Ryan: Help...

He answers quickly. 
Brendon: I'm coming.

I hear a knock and I realize, I can barely move. I can't walk down the stairs to open the door for him. "RYAN!" He shouts. Then I hear the door slam open. And I hear heavy footsteps running up the stairs. 
"Ryan!" He stops at the door, it's opened. "Oh my... Ryan." He's quickly kneeling at my side. He scans my bare body, at the scars and bruises. "I'm gonna kill him." He mutters, his fingers slide under my head, cradling it. His thumb traces the bruise on my cheek. Then he looks into my eyes. "Ryan, why didn't you tell anyone?" He asks worry fills his eyes. "This- This is illegal, Sam should be in jail, not- not- hurting you." He says tears falling. "That night, you said Sam was drunk, you lied, didn't you? He's the one that hurt you. He threw you out?" He chokes. "How long?" 
"B-Bren-"

"How long?" He says raising his voice in anger. 
Tears fall from my face. "2 years..." I choke out. 

Brendon looks horrified. "Ryan... FUCK.... 2 YEARS?" He lets out a sigh. "Why? Why did you let him do this to you? Why didn't you report him? Ryan, please, why? You shouldn't have- why didn't you?"

"BECAUSE HE THREATENED TO TELL EVERYONE!" I scream. Then I let out a cough. "He- he threatened to tell everyone about... Everything." 
"Ryan, I don't understand? Tell everyone what?" 
"He read everything, he knows my feelings for you, he knows what happened in Cape Town, he knows about us... The affair. He knows the truth about everything and he said that if I told anyone, or if I ran away... He said he would release it to the public. He threatened to ruin your career!" I sob. 
"Ryan, if it was between your life or my career, I would choose you in a heartbeat. You can't let yourself be beaten up!" 

"But what about you? If people found out, you would never be able to escape it. I can't let that happen to you." I screech. 
"No, please... I'm going to call the police, and we will put him away." He puts a hand over mine. "I promise, it'll be okay." He says.