Kenzie's POV
After getting abused by Ryan more yesterday, and crying myself to sleep, I sat on my bed trying to figure out why his demeanor suddenly changed. The only thing that I've noticed is that he might of changed when yoongi and Emily started dating, but I can't even prove that. I guess I've just been blind this whole time. Besides that, I've also taken his home life into consideration. I met his parents a few times, and as far as I know he is an only child. His parents were very friendly, but looks can be deceiving. I'm pretty sure his parents aren't abusing him, because I never see bruises on him. Perhaps they bring him down in other ways. It's not like I'd know, he never tells me anything anymore.
I continued to think deeply about this. I think if I can figure out his strange behavior, then we can fix our relationship. Moving on from why he might be abusive, there was something else I noticed about him. Maybe about one day each month, he would actually act like the perfect boyfriend. He would come over, we'd do normal couple things, and he wouldn't abuse me. But that was extremely rare. It's like a switch goes off in his brain. But why?
I throw my notebook across the room, and watch the pages fly in different directions. I run my hand through my hair out of annoyance, because I'll never be able to figure him out. The only way I might have a chance is by asking him, but he'll probably end up lying anyway. Tears slowly start running down my cheeks, and even though he hurts me more than helps me, I want to call Ryan so he can comfort me. I know I'm weak, but I still like him. I reach for my phone, and go to my contacts quickly. I stare at his name, and have an internal meltdown on whether I should call him. My pointer finger inches slowly towards the call button, but then I draw it back. I close out of my contacts and head to my text messages. Maybe texting him will be easier.
Ryan 🥰: Ryan..please come over.
Sending...
Sent.
Kenzie 💓: baby, what's wrong? Is everything ok?
Ryan 🥰: please just come over asap
Kenzie 💓: on my way baby
Not only am I relieved he's coming over, I'm getting this vibe that it is one of his good days. That'll be perfect. Now maybe I can ask him things I normally wouldn't be able to ask. Then again, texting is different from actually talking. He still might be on his abusive side, which makes me worried. I guess I won't find out until he gets here.
About 3 minutes later, I hear loud, fast footsteps coming from the stairs. In a second, my bedroom door swings open, and I see a flustered Ryan. He looks like he ran 10 miles, but when he sees my wet face, his face softens. He rushes over to me and engulfs me in his arms, holding me tightly. This sweet, caring side of Ryan makes me cry more.
"Kenzie, are you ok? What happened?"
I pull myself off of him, analyzing his soft facial features. He holds my hands in his, waiting for me to answer.
"Oh...it's nothing really. I'm just so stressed and frustrated, and I wanted to see you. I just wanted to be with you."
He smiles at this, nodding his head understandingly. I hug him again, his warm body pressed against mine. Oddly, I feel at home in his arms. I feel comforted and protected from the worlds problems. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, but it didn't matter. As much as I want to hate Ryan, laying in his arms reminds me of why I liked him in the first place. We eventually lay down, falling asleep in each other's arms. That only happened once, and it felt amazing. I for once feel like everything will be ok.
About 2 hours later, I wake up, still in the same spot as before. Ryan is still beside me, sleeping peacefully. I intensely stare at his face, trying to see if there might be any bruises from his parents or something. Sadly, well I suppose not sadly, there aren't. That doesn't mean there aren't bruises anywhere else, but I highly doubt it. I decide that the only way I'm going to figure anything out is if I ask him. I need to do it before he goes back to being his rude self. I shove his arm gently, hoping it isn't too late.
He opens his eyes slowly, obviously disturbed from his sleep. Once he notices it's me though, he sits up and smiles warmly. I try my best to smile too, but it falters. Unfortunately he notices, and he clearly becomes worried.
"Is something still bothering you?"
"Yeah..."
I figure there is no point in avoiding the problem. I'll just have to tell him how it is. I'll just have to be straightforward with him. If I can't help us now, then I'll never be able to.
"Listen Ryan. I-I don't really know how else to say this. Why...why do you abuse me so much? Is there something going on at home? Is it me? I want to help not only you, but us as well. So please, I'm begging you, tell me."
I took a deep breath, awaiting his answer. It was silent for a minute, all that was audible was our breathing. As I closed my eyes for a second, about to take another deep breath, I suddenly felt him grab my arm. But before I was even able to open my eyes to see what he was doing, I felt a hand strike me across the face. Reluctantly, I open my eyes, and I'm met with eyes filled with pure evil.
"Gotcha."
sorry this chapter is shorter. my chapters are getting slightly shorter as I write, but they are getting more intense. hope you don't mind.
