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Broken glass

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I press my lips against rye's temple, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"Rye, come on. Andy says dinner's ready." His hand dismisses it, moving back to his chin as he continues his focus on his book. He's been engrossed in it all day. To be fair, I've been trying to get him to pay attention to me all day, too.

"I'll be in in a minute," he mumbles. I sigh, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"No you won't, Rye. You said that about lunch too. Remember how I had to force you to eat that apple? Come on." I stand up and leave the room, hoping he'll follow. But his eyes are still fixed on the page.

I head into the Mindy room in defeat. Everyone else is there, already eating. I take my own plate and take small bites, worried about rye.

When I've finished (long after the others, I might add), I go back to the Rarvey room with Rye's dinner in my hands. He's got his phone next to his ear, and he's talking softly. The moment he sees me, he looks startled.

"I'll call you back later, I-I love you." I frown at his reddening face, my heart dropping. Clearly he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

He hangs up and shakes his head. "Damn it, Rye," he whispers.

"Who was that?" I ask, scared. It sounded like...what if he has another boyfriend or girlfriend? What if he's cheating on me?

"My mum," he says quietly, but he continues to blush and I can tell it's not true. I take a deep breath, then throw the plate down at the floor.

"What the hell, Ryan! I've done everything I possibly could for you, and you cheat on me!? I-I thought you loved me!" I go to run out of the room, but I slip on a piece of glass and fall on my chest.

I can't make any noise but for a groan. Rye's hands quickly push the glass away from around me and pushes me onto my back. I can feel a sharp pain on my face, and my whole body feels bruised. There's painful stinging sensations on my leg and face. Rye has a worried look in his eyes, but tries to hide it as he assesses me quickly. Then there's a punch to my heart as I realize I don't want to be treated this way by the man who betrayed me. There's a surge of hatred through me and I push him away, sitting up and ignoring the pain in my body.

"What's going on in here?" Mikey comes to the door. He looks down at me and all of the glass on the floor.

"Rye-Brook..." he tries to make sense of the situation as I have to push Rye away again.

"Stop it," I say, surprised to find my voice still breathless and pained. I realize that there's a pressure on my chest, an invisible, bruising force. Rye sits back, looking hurt.

You deserve that, Ryan. You deserve it, I think, unable to say it aloud without making the pain worse. Mikey, coming out of his state, quickly leaves the room to come back with a cloth. He kneels down beside me and examines my face. His fingers come to my cheek and I flinch. I can feel the blood dripping down my face to my neck. The cloth is pressed around to clear it off.

"Hey, I'm just looking," he says softly. I close my eyes as he touches my face again.

"Mikey..." Rye says. "Brook, I'm so sorry-"

"You don't have to make up a story, Rye," I say coldly, once again ignoring the pain that comes with it.

I reach up to my cheek and look at my hand. There's blood all over. Already.