Disturbed

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"Have you thought about our future?" Andy asks. He was curled against Ryes chest as they sat on the back porch. It was a little after midnight, all of Andy's neighbors being asleep.

They only got to keep the nice house they were in because of Andy's job. It was only more convenient that he only had to work in the morning time giving them all the time they needed in the night.

Andy did all the shopping, cooking and cleaning. Ryes tried to help multiple times but often got shooed away because he "wasn't doing it right." After a couple minutes of arguing and Andy threatening to stab him with a butter knife, he finally listens.

Rye nodded with the cigarette in his mouth, taking it between his fingers as he let out a puff of smoke. "And I still want it to happen but I don't think it can" he says referring to his need to kill things. He and Andy had talked about getting married and starting a family.

But it was all wishful thinking. Where would they get married if Rye was a murderer? And what adoption center would place a child in the hands of someone who can't keep blood off of them?

There were just too many negatives to think positive. Andy sighed, snuggling closer to him. Although he wanted to have a positive outlook on things, he couldn't.

Although it would be nice to look down at his finger and see a ring shining on it. Or hold a child in his arms, rocking him or her as they cried telling them that everything was okay because he had them.

"You'd be the best father in the world" Andy says which made Rye tense. The topic of Fathers in general always made Rye feel uneasy considering he'd murdered his own. His father was a horrible man that deserved to feel pain.

He used to drink all day, never moving off the couch unless it was to yell at his mother. The arguing never stopped although it was one sided. His mother never yelled back, only talked with a calm voice while his dad yelled at her red faced.

One day his mother had had enough, using her normally smooth and level voice to yell right into his face. Everything was a blur to Rye after he'd seen his fathers hand go across her face.

He could hear the degrading words his father spewed at her. But when he'd called her a "whore," Rye only remembered having to be pulled away. He remembers laughing as the life faded from his eyes.

He was confused after as he was pushed into the back of a cop car. He stared in sadness's and confusion as she looked at him with disappointment, leading his little brothers back into the house as they cried for him. Her having to hold Robbie back as he cursed at her and the policemen for taking his brother away.

Rye hadn't noticed he was crying until he felt warm hands on his cheeks. He'd looked down, having been looking up at the stars as he flashed back to that horrible moment. He stared right into Andy's ocean eyes that he loved so much. The two pretty orbs making him feel like everything would be okay.

Rye wrapped his arms around him, burying his head into his neck. Andy wrapped his arms around him, his chin on top of his head as he played with they hair on the back of of his head.

"You okay baby?" Andy asked after a few more minutes of silence. Instead of speaking, Rye shook his head against his chest. Andy pouted as he thought about what he could do before smirking.

"Would some cookies make you feel better?" Andy says laughing slightly as Ryes head shoots up. "Chocolate chip?" He asks in a soft voice, smiling at him as he nodded. Rye nods his head rapidly, getting up and taking his hand, pulling him toward the kitchen.
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