What's Behind the Mask? ~A Cryatioc Fan Fiction~

Tragic

Ryan's P.O.V.

I just finished uploading a video when my phone went off. It was Noah. I smiled and slid the green call button and awnserd. "Hey beautiful how are you?" It was silent for awhile then she started talking. "Ry-Ryan...y-y-ou ne-need to c-c-come over...h-h-here...now..." She said stuttering her words. She was crying? "Babe calm down I'll be there as soon as I can." She says ok and I hang up the phone and run out of the house with out saying anything to my parents. Noah is my number one priority always..she means everything to me.

I get to her house and walk in. I don't see Noah but I do see a trail of blood leading to the bathroom? Like every boyfriend you freak out when you can't find your girl. I followed the blood praying to God it wasn't Noah. I opened the door and saw the most disturbing thing. Her mom was laying in a tub full of blood, arm off the side, naked and looked...dead.

My next thought was to find Noah. I have to make sure she is ok. I know exactly who did this. I will kill him.

Noah's P.O.V.

I got home from work. Yeah I got a job my dad got fired and I have to pay everything now. Anyway I got home. Called out for my mom but didn't hear or see her. I heard things start to be thrown upstairs in my parents room. I go up and hear my parents arguing like always. Doesn't surprise me. My dad soon enough starts beating up my mom he makes sure she bleeds. He picks her up after she falls on the floor like a rag doll. He walks out glares at me and goes downstairs. My first thought was to call Ryan. He awnserd his phone with his sexy voice. I ignored him and just told him to come over stuttering every word. "Babe calm down I'll be there as soon as I can."

My dad calls my name. I follow his voice and I am met with wet lips and cold hands touching every part of me. It's happening....again....

Ryan's P.O.V.

I called for Noah. No response. I freaked out and looked everywhere. I then her screaming and scared moans coming from a closed door down the hall. I slowly made my way to it peeking inside. My eyes widened. He was doing it....again....I called 911.