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

I'm Here For You

Ryan's POV. 

"BRENDON!" I scream. I try to move my wrist, but I'm handcuffed. I keep straining. I woke up only to see Brendon still tied up and in the chair. His shoulders slumped down and his head hanging down from his neck, as if he was looking down. I see a pool of blood around his body. On the chair and the ground. A dark red liquid. Then he comes in. I can't see his face. But I know he is smiling. He grabs my waist. He starts moaning and touching me, and himself. He bites my collarbone and digs his nails into my arms. Then something sharp enters my body from the side. A cold, sharp metal- a knife, ripping my skin. I freeze for a second then let out a scream. He smiles. "HELP," I scream although it's no use. "HELP!" 

"RYAN!" I feel someone shaking my shoulders. My eyes open, and I sit up, and I realize I was having a nightmare. It felt so real. I flinch as arms wrap around me. My face feels wet as if I was crying in my sleep- I probably was. I look at Brendon he's sitting next to me. 

"You screamed my name and then a few minutes you were yelling for help." He explains. "Having a nightmare?" He asks. I nod and then tears start rolling down my face. He wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a tight squeeze. "I'm here." He whispers, patting my back to calm me down.

 I bury my face in the crook of his neck and wrap my arms around him. He looks over at the clock. 

"Ryan, it's only 3 in the morning. You really need to get some sleep. The doctors told me that you weren't sleeping much at the hospital. And during those days, you never really slept, you only got knocked out." He retracts his arms from around me, and so do I. I lay down again. He starts to get up. 

"W-wait..." He stops and looks at me. "C-can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" I whisper. He gives me a slight smile. He makes his way back to me and sits at the edge of the bed. "You c-can come closer if you want," I say, covering my eye with my hair. I feel him scoot closer until he is right next to me. He moves the hair covering my face and stares at me. "W-What?" I ask. 

"You look beautiful. Even with the bruises. Even with the pain in your eyes. You look beautiful." He says. He lays down. "Beautiful." He whispers in my ear. I smile. He grabs my hand. Then I turn so that we are face to face. 

He leans in closer into a kiss. It's short but sweet. No tongue or touching. Just a kiss, and it's just as passionate. 

We keep our hands intertwined until my eyes start to feel heavy. I slowly allow myself to sleep, knowing that he's safe. I'm safe, and we are together.