The Paralyzing Truth-Ryden

20 Dollar Nose Bleed

I made Dallon so mean. I know he's a gr8 person just wanted to clear that up before you continue. Dallon is a good person, REPEAT DALLON WEEKES IS A GR8 HUMAN BEING

-Ryan's Pov (19 years)-
"Sh*t, no no no no no." I said as the car broke down. I turned the key over and over without any sort of luck. I hit the steering wheel and stepped out. I pushed the car out of the road and sat in the front seat. I cursed and stared off towards the city. I wish I would've stayed home, finished school, went to college. Maybe I wouldn't be homeless and making money by playing on the streets. A few minutes later a police man knocked on the window. I opened the door.
"Sir you can't have your car parked this close to the city. You need to move it or it will be towed."
"I'm sorry sir but, my car broke down." I apologized. The man sighed.
"I'll give you until tomorrow. It just needs to be moved out of the city limits." With that he left. I groaned and stepped back out and pushed it slowly away from the city. "You need help?" A voice spoke, I turned around. He looked like he was in his mid twenties, his shirt hugged his chest tightly, as did his black skinny jeans around his legs. His hair was jet black and swooped over his eyes. Thick black eyeliner tied the look together. In short terms, he was a stereotypical 'emo'. He repeated his question.
"Yeah." I replied, he helped me push the car out of the city limits. "Thank you." I said quietly,
"No problem, do you need help dragging this home or..." I shook my head,
"My boyfriend is coming down to help me get it home." I lied. His face dropped slightly.
"Oh ok. Where are you from?"
"Reno." I lied again, "He'll be here tomorrow morning."
"Where do you plan on staying tonight?"
"I'll get a hotel tonight." Four lies.
"Oh ok. Well I guess I'll go. You coming?"
"No, I need to get my stuff together before I go." Five. He looked over to the car then back at me.
"Alright, take it easy." He said as he jogged back to the city. I waited a little bit pretending to gather things and he disappeared from sight. As the sun set I watched the lights of Vegas grow brighter. The stars began to flicker on in the sky, and the desert seemed to disappear. I popped the roof of the top of the convertible and watched each star become visible again. After I grew tired of watching the sky, I pulled the top back over the car and crawled to the back seat. I grabbed the thin blanket from underneath the seat and draped it over myself. The next morning a car was parked next to mine. The man from last night was looking down at his phone. Sh*t. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The door next to me opened, "Nice hotel you got here."
"I was too tired to walk down." Continuing the lies,
"Where's your boyfriend?" He asked, "It's past noon."
"Maybe he's just running late." He sighed,
"There's no one coming is there?" He asked. I shook my head. "My name's Pete by the way."
"Ryan."

-Present Ryan-

Dallon had gone to sleep and Brendon stayed up, after a few minutes of waiting. Brendon had picked up a set of keys and motioned for me to follow him out the door. He walked over to the very large garage and walked over to the most beat up truck in the garage. He opened the door for me, I rolled my eyes and sat down inside the torn leather seats. Brendon sat in the drivers side and drove out of the garage. He pulled around the side of the house to hook a small trailer to the back. Then he bolted down the empty desert road towards the soon to be Vegas lights. He constantly checked the mirrors and kept the silence in the car occupied with the faint sound of the Dookie album by Green Day. I directed him to the car's location. He pulled up next to the car and stepped outside, I followed his example and helped him push my car onto the trailer. "Damn, you beat the sh*t out of this car. What a shame." Brendon said examining the car from the side.
  "It got me pretty far though." I said walking back around to the what now seemed to be the 'newer' car. Brendon drove us back to the house and put the trailer behind the house,
  "I'm gonna go to the bed, I'll call our mechanic in the morning so he can start working on your car." Brendon said with a smile,
  "Thank you again Brendon, for doing this. I can't believe you trust me." I said, Brendon shrugged. We said our good-nights and we went to our rooms. I looked back at Brendon before he disappeared behind the door. 'Wow he has a really nice butt.' I thought to myself. Wait, no no no. You don't like him, he has boyfriend. He also has a boyfriend who's keeping you hostage, well I could just walk out of here any time. They never tried to lock my door or anything. I looked down at the front door, there's your chance. They have a garage filled with a lot of nice cars. You won't have to worry about transportation, I would have to worry about them tracking me down though. I've hid from the police after there were search parties looking for me after I ran away. How hard could it be? I crept past their bedroom and made my way down the steps and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge as quietly as I could, I noticed the cheesecake that had two slices missing. Brendon told me not to take Dallon's cake right? How funny would it be if I just took it? I picked up the cake and set it on the counter and grabbed water bottles. I also grabbed the single loaf of bread and other foods that didn't require cooking. I tried to be as quiet as possible while grabbing a bag from the cabinet. I put the food in a bag and made my way over to the garage door, I opened up the glass box next to the door that had an assortment of car keys. I picked a set and went to pick up the bag, Dallon had grabbed my arm and yanked me away from the door. He looked inside the bag, and laughed slightly.
  "Idiot." He said, his fist collided with my face I quickly rested my hand against the pain. Blood had dripped from my nose, "That cheesecake cost me $20, and those cars cost more than you will make in your life time." He pulled me into the library and kicked over the rug revealing the trap door. "Go." I went down into the old bedroom. Dallon slammed the door shut and the sound of locks clicked. The man who attacked Dallon was balled up in the corner staring at me. I wiped the blood from my nose with my sleeve.
  "Hi." I greeted,
  "...hi." He replied,
  "I'm Ryan."
  "I'm Jon."

It's short I'm sorry :(