I like you // Ryllon texting au

six

"Why the hell did that take you so long?" Shane asks angrily as Ryan walks inside. He jumps at the voice, but forces himself to relax. He had a job interview and Shane's been impatient.

"I tried to get back as fast as possible," Ryan says.

"I was gonna be nice and take you out but look what you did, you fucked it up and now it's too late!" He yells and yet Ryan knows that he doesn't mean it.

"Well, maybe I should just leave," he says.

"What?"

"You know, leave. Obviously you hate everything about me, and—"

Shane punches him hard enough for him to fall to the ground.

"Don't fucking talk back to me like that! I do everything to make you be happy and you never realize how selfish you are! You don't do shit for me! You don't kiss me, you don't have sex with me, you don't make time for me, you don't let me do anything nice for you!"

"I'm almost always free, what do you mean?" Ryan says, frowning.

"You never go out of your way for me! Every day I do something nice. I let you go to that concert of that dumb band you like—"

"They aren't dumb," Ryan says immediately, and Shane's fists clench as he starts beating him. Ryan tries to dodge it with his arms.

"No fucking interrupting!" He says, hitting Ryan more and more. He pushes Ryan down and kicks him repeatedly. He stops. "You're just fucking using me! You don't let me do anything nice for you and you don't do shit when you're here! You lead me on!"

Ryan has pushed himself up by the time he finishes.

"I'm not ready to have sex, and you know that!" He shouts, wiping his busted lip. There are tears streaming down his face. Shane slaps him hard.

"Get the fuck out! Go sleep on the dirty streets where you fucking belong, you fucking-"

Shane grabs Ryan by his hair and shirt and pulls him towards the front door. Shane pushes him and he falls down the small amount of stone steps.

"Don't fucking come back until you realize what an angel I am to you and how much you need me."

Shane slams the door and Ryan shakily breathes, wanting to press his lips together but not due to the fact that one is swollen and bleeding. His arms, hands, shins, and knees are scraped from the concrete, his jeans are slightly ripped as well, his hair is messy, and nearly every part of him hurts. He feels dizzy and tired. He didn't sleep last night, Shane wouldn't let him. Not that he would sleep much anyway, he had just met Dallon and it was amazing for him.

He forces himself to push himself up, having three attempts of losing balance and strength, but he finally gets it and stands. He stumbles to the side a bit until he can find something to balance himself on. After a few seconds, he makes his way down the street, stumbling and limping. 

Someone accidentally bumps into him and Ryan falls to the ground. The person goes to help him, but Ryan waves his hand.

"Don't worry about me," he says, making himself sit and lean against the wall. The person leaves and Ryan tiredly and painfully hugs his legs close to his chest. 

He rests his head in between his knees, a sad and hurt expression stuck on his face. He hears his name being called out, so he looks up, looking around but blinking and not being able to source the voice. He closes his eyes and looks back down, not sure how long he's been outside. It's dark now. 

A hand is placed on his arm and he jumps horribly, trying to move back but realizing that the rough and sharp wall is there, causing him to just scrape his back. He winces slightly, terrified as his shaky fingers grip nothing. Though, he doesn't know whether to relax or tense more when he realizes who is in front of him. 

"Are you okay?" Dallon asks. Ryan looks hurt, sad, and overall terrified. Of course he isn't okay. 

"Yeah," Ryan chokes out quietly. 

"Come on, I'll take you home," Dallon says, standing up, but Ryan shakes his head.

"I... I can't go home," he says. "I'll be fine here."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the streets." 

"I'm fine," Ryan says softly, looking down. Dallon reaches his hands out, and Ryan eventually takes them and stands up. He stumbles forward and Dallon immediately holds him carefully. Ryan melts with the touch, feeling light headed from the situation and the fact that he just stood up that fast. He can't comprehend anything cause he feels like he's about to pass out.

"Where do you live?" Dallon asks as Ryan manages to stand carefully. He's shivering, wearing a thin t-shirt and torn jeans. His arms are pressed against his chest.

"He kicked me out," Ryan says almost immediately. Dallon tenses.

"Who?" 

"My... my boyfriend," Ryan says, terrified that Dallon would suddenly just push him to the ground and call him disgusting for being gay. 

"Is he the one who hurt you?"

Ryan tenses and hesitates to speak, looking down. Dallon's eyes widen.

"Oh my god," he says quietly. He knew Ryan has an abusive boyfriend, he just didn't realize that it was this bad. "Alright, no, you're coming with us," he says. Three other figures appear as Dallon talks, but Ryan hasn't heard another word since his last question. He makes a small noise before completely losing every piece of strength in his body.