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

I Lost It

Ryan's POV.

"Come with me," Pete whispers in my ear. I nod. Getting out of my seat. Brendon looks up, his eyes follow me. I follow Pete outside.

"I missed you." He says. "I know you must feel like hell, but, I'm really glad you came."

"Me too. Seeing everyone again. I guess... Something inside me tells me that it's my fault I never met Dallon till now. Or that you all changed and I don't know everything about you. I can't help but feel that- that you all hate me now."

"It might have only been a one night stand, but I still care about you, always have, always will." He holds his arms out. I wrap my arms around him.

We walk back into the bar, and I spot Brendon talking to a woman. I walk over and sit on the chair next to him. I recognize the woman... Sarah.

"Hello, I'm Sarah." She says. "Oh, sorry. Hi Ryan." She says when she sees who I am.

"Hi," I whisper. I feel something next to my leg. I tense when I feel Brendon gently rest his hand on my thigh. I smile, looking down. I cover his hand with mine. Sarah pulls off a fake grin.

"How was it?" She says.

"It?"

"The Young Veins." She says.

"Sarah!" Brendon scolds.

"No, it's fine." I turn to Sarah. "It was alright, thanks for asking." I turn back to Brendon and rest my head in the crook of his neck. She manages a fake smile then turns around and struts away.

"Thanks," Brendon whispers. "She was talking about her new love life, and wanted to know mine." He sighs.

"Ouch, sorry," I say. I sit up.

"Can we go? Dallon is about to drop, and Gerard already passed out." Patrick says. Patrick helps Dallon, while Frank and Pete carry Gerard.

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"I know that going out is fun and stuff, but man is it tiring," Brendon says.

"Tell me about it." I sit next to him on the couch. "It's fun going out there again." I look around, having some type of odd feeling. I stare out the window.

"Ryan?" Brendon looks over at the window. Then I realize what I heard.

"GET DOWN!" I shout, pulling Brendon behind the couch. I hear the glass shatter. Something hits the wall, creating a small hole.

"Holy shit!" Brendon dials 911. I get up and run to the kitchen to grab a knife.

I've had enough.

I run out the door. "RYAN!" Brendon shouts. I surprise the man, pinning him to the wall with my arm. I push the knife close to his throat.

"Who sent you?" I demand. He gives me an ugly grin.

"Sam." He whispers. I push the knife closer, it barely cuts his skin.

"Who sent you," I whisper between my teeth

"He said the name 'Sam' would scare you. I know you won't hurt me. So put the knife-" I stab him in the leg. "FUCK!" He screams. He claws at his leg. I let him fall to the ground.

"Who. Sent. You." I examine the blood. 

"I-I don't know. I- I was just ordered to kill you, and your boyfriend. I-I took the wrong bet, and now, I h-have to do whatever they say- I-" He breaks out in sobs.

"Tell them they sure as hell better stop, or I swear to fucking god I will hunt them down and kill them." I grab his gun. "Go." I get up. He struggles to get up, them limps away. I turn- only to see Brendon. His eyes are wide- with fear.

"R-Ryan... What did you just do..?" He stutters. I drop the knife and the gun. I lose all balance and lean on the wall in shock. I slid down with my back against the wall. He rushes to me and wraps his arms around me. "You saved me." He whispers. "It's okay..." 

"I-I just stabbed someone. I... t-threatened someone." My hands are shaking.

"It's okay."

"I-I just lost it a-and-"

"Shh... It's okay." He brushes hair out of my face. He helps me inside.

Suddenly I hear sirens. I make eye contact with Brendon. Officers run inside.

"What happened?" One officer says. I stay curled up on the couch, Brendon stands up.

"Someone tried to shoot us." He says.