Adopted By Ryan Ross

6

Lilah's Pov *time skip to Friday*
Today I didn't have much planned. I was going to Jon's house tonight for some reason. Ryan never told me why. My mind was kind of fucked up today. I didn't know why. I didn't sleep much last night. I had a nightmare and relapsed so... It wasn't the best of nights.

" You okay, kiddo? " Ryan asks looking up from his bowl of cereal.

I nod. " I'm fine. "

" Are you sure? " Ryan asks.

" No, but I will be. " I mumbled looking down at my plate of eggs.

" Want to talk about it? " Ryan asks.

" I'm just mad at myself... " I say softly.

" why, hun? " Ryan asks.

"it's not important. " I mumble.

" Well, it's bringing you down so it is important. " Ryan says.

" I fucking relapsed and it doesn't fucking matter. " I say getting up from the table.

" Lilah, don't walk away. I need you to talk to me! " Ryan groans.

" Leave me alone! " I shout slamming my bedroom door.

I throw myself onto my bed and groan. Ryan knocks on my door and comes in.

" You need to talk to me. " Ryan says sitting on the edge of my bed.

" I don't. " I mumble into my pillow.

" Lilah... You need to talk... Please. " Ryan says.

I huff and flip towards him. " I don't want to. "

" How long has it been going on? " Ryan asks.

" its been off and on for about 3 years. " I say softly.

" Come here. " Ryan says opening his arms.

I sit in his lap and sob into his chest. He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head.

" this is so dumb. " I mumble.

" We're going to get you help. " Ryan says softly.

" I hate this. " I mumble against his chest.

Ryan laughed. " Shut up and let me love you. "

I groan. " are you ever going to tell me why I have to go to Jons tonight? "

" Well... Jon got a text from Brendon and he wanted to see us. " Ryan says.

" Now?! After nine years?! " I ask.

" Exactly. " Ryan says giggling.

" What are you going to wear? " I ask.

" Probably just this. " Ryan says giggling.

" No. You are not wearing this. You have worn these jeans every day since I knew you. " I say laughing.

" Well, what should I wear? " Ryan asks laughing.

I roll off my bed and walk to Ryans room. " Wheres your closet? "

" Corner. " Ryan says.

I swing the closer door open and gasp. " You have a ton of clothes that you never even worn! "

" How do you know that? " Ryan asks.

"Let's face it. You only wear three different outfits. The only time you change is on holidays. " I say exploring his closet.

" True... " Ryan mumbles.

I throw black ripped skinny jeans onto his bed and start looking for a shirt.