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

Visiting Hell

Brendon's POV. 

I open my eyes to soft sounds of pounding. I get up and look at the couch. Ryan isn't there. Fuck. "RYAN!" I scream I run up the stairs. "Ryan?!" I look in his bedroom. Nothing. I look in every single room. Every closet. I look everywhere. "Ryan!" At this point, I'm about to run outside. I grab my phone and dial his number. "Pick up, pick up..." I mumble. I throw on a shirt. Still running around. Then I stop. I hear faint ringing sounds. I run down the stairs and stop in front of the bathroom. "RYAN!" I pound on the door. I hear sniffling. "Ryan, open the fucking door or I swear to Satan I will knock it down. I grab the doorknob.. For some reason I thought that if I tried hard enough, the door would open... But I was all kinds of wrong. "Ugh, goddammit Ryan, open the door!" I continue to pound on the door. Then I hear a click. I swing the door open and kneel next to Ryan, who is curled up and crying in the corner. 

"Oh god... Ryan, what happened?" I ask. Moving his hair out of his face. He simply stares at me. Eyes filled with tears. I wrap my arms around his body, but flinches and slaps me away. It kills me to see him so miserable. The thoughts of Sam, even in jail, haunts him. I have no idea how far it went. I have no idea how badly Sam pushed him. How horrible it was. I can only imagine. And I don't like what I think happened. Because I know it's true. 

"Ryan? Are you going to be alright?" I ask slowly. Of course, he won't be okay right now. I just hope that later he'll feel better. "He can't get to you. He's locked up." I add. I slowly put my arm around his waist. He flinches again and hugs his knees. I see tears stream down his face. I wipe one away with my thumb. He stares at me. His arms still shaking.

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He eventually got tired and passed out. It happens after a panic attack sometimes. You just get really tired. Too much on your mind and you pass out. I carry him to his room. I lay him down and cover him with the blanket. Then I close the door. 

I grab a piece of paper and write a note for Ryan, just in case he wakes up before I get back. 

Ryan,

Spencer needed to talk to me, be back soon!

~Bren

I grab my coat and I'm out the door in 5 minutes. 

"You have 10 minutes. Everything you say is recorded." The man says, walking me to my little cubicle. A phone on the right side. Clear glass in between. 

I see him walk over and sit down. He has a confused face. Then it turned into a somewhat amused face. He picks up his phone. 

"I surely didn't expect you, when they said I had a guest, I was really hoping for my boyfriend."  He has a smug look on his face that I so desperately want to slap. 

"He isn't your boyfriend." I spit venom. 

"Oh, my apologies, your boyfriend." He smiles. 

"You listen here, Sam, he didn't deserve the shit you put him though. And now he's miserable. So shut the fuck up. You can't make up lies on the news because one day, this is going to hurt him, and you just might have enough human in you to actually feel bad." I'm about start shouting.
"Should I care? He said some... Interesting things about you. Did you know? He hates you. He resents you. You continued to be oh so famous and never gave him another thought. He would rather see you die. After he gets over this... Traumatic experience... He'll leave faster than he did 9 years ago." 

"H-He... No, you're lying. He wouldn't leave again." I know he's lying but... Something tells me this is partially true. 
"Am I? 2 years is a long time. And not to mention, he left once. He'll do it again. He's a coward." Sam sneers. 

"Shut up, you're wrong. He'd never." 

"He also said that the last conversation you two had was an argument. What were those words? 'I wish I had never recruited you.' Yeah, sounds about right." He grins. 

"We both said things we regret, but you, you are just a lying psychopath." I clench my jaw. 
"Whatever, I'm just saying. He hates you. I'd be careful. I bet he still hates you." 

"And I bet he hates you more than he hates me," I say before putting my phone back and getting up.