The Bet ~Randy Fic~

The Bet: Ryan

FUCK ME! Fuck me until I can't feel anymore! Jesus Christ! Why did I do that?! I practically made a fool out of myself! Now I know Andy is just going to see us as friends and nothing more! I should just call off the bet with Jack and live on with my life-! 

I ran a hand through my hair trying to process how I'm going face him tomorrow for school, let alone finish the project knowing our beginning friendship was totally ruined; because of me! If only I could go back in time, I would but I can't so there's no use. 

Grabbing my bigger blankets and plugging my phone on the charger, I was ready for bed until a sudden bang came from downstairs - I heard my mother screaming and one of the twins shouting my name, nearly falling from running down the stairs I saw him; Michael. My stepdick. When he looked at me I could smell his beer breathe from a mile away. 

Gazing down I saw the broken bottle, which probably was his 100th this night. "Oh s-sorry! Did I wake up the man of the house?" Chuckling like a crazy maniac his eyes wide open and filled with insanity or possibly danger; he gripped my mum's hair as she winced, I stepped forward to confront him but he quickly grabbed a shard of glass from the ground and held it to her neck.

"MOM!" Sammie cried out, "Mommy- you pathetic shit! You're all pathetic! Why do I waste my life on you??" He mocked, holding the glass dangerously close to my mother's throat.

At this point Shaun has already came from the noise, Shit! I didn't want them to see Michael act out like this. I slowly walked forward.

"Michael you're drunk. Just put it down and let my mom move away," I tried to convince but he only smirked before letting go of her; she gasped as if she let out the longest breathe, running over to Sammie - going up the stairs to get Shaun.

"Mom go to your room and lock the door." I said not taking my eyes off Michael who gripped the glass shard so tight blood started to ooze.

"Rye-"

"GO!" I growled, their footsteps go up then a door closing and locking. 

"Look who decides to grow a pair and face me." Michael chuckled.

"I don't want to fight - just get the outta my house." Saying in a calm voice, knowing if I start to let me emotions get the better; it'll be a disaster.

Michael smiled, his disgusting yellow teeth exposed, I cringed. 

"You think after your pops died you can just - take control, hm? Think you'll run this house?"

"I run it better than you-"

"I keep the Goddamn lights on in here kid! you don't do a single thing expect go to school and hang out with those little faggots of friends!"

Not controlling myself I took one step forward as I felt my fist come in contact with his face, Michael fell to the ground, holding his nose.

"You-" Wiping the blood while he looked at it in shock, "You fucking...faggot!" Getting up Michael tried to charge the glass with me but I had fast reflexes as I grabbed a pan that was drying from the rack to only let it be smashed against his head.

My chest was breathing heavily, I stood there; watching his lifeless body on the floor. Hearing my mom's echoing voice.

"Ryan! What did you do?!"

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Hopefully this wasn't too offensive, that's another chapter completed. Again; appreciate the reads and see ya soon!