Second Chances

Chapter 29: Comebacks and Countering

Literally wrote this tonight in just three hours. Didn't edit, so I hope it's okay.

Enjoy!
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***1 month has passed***

Alli's POV

Ever since I've been back, I keep walking up super early and it's pretty much thanks to Ryan. He texts me good morning every morning early in the morning and I mean 7am early. It's sweet that he texts me good morning, but it'd be nice if he'd text good afternoon instead of morning. That'd be nice indeed.

Believe it or not, but I've been back for a month and I still have not had the motivation to unpack yet. As for getting dressed, I have just been pulling the clothes out of my suitcase and everything that's on top would conveyor with it or get scrunched up. All the shirts I've been pulling out have been all wrinkled and when favorite dress had been wrinkled that's when I knew I had to unpack. So I had devoted all of today to just unpack everything.

"Why haven't you been answering any of my texts?" Ryan barged into my room upset.

For me, turning off my phone was rare, but my phone was completely dead since I talked to Run all night last nightband I figured I'd it was off it'll charge faster. But I didn't know why Ryan was being over dramatic about this. What could be so important that I needed to respond to his text quickly?

I looked at him with a little amusement because I thought he was being such a good actor pretending to be mad over something so small."Excuse you, but my phone is off and charging over there." I laughed pointing to my charging phone in the corner.

"This isn't funny." He stated seriously and my mindset hat quickly changed from 'this must be a joke' to 'he's scaring me right now'.

"My phone was dead and I thought it'll charge faster if it's off." I muttered realizing he is over reacting.

He walked to my phone and picked it up, "You know this phone can charge while it's still on." He said holding down the button to turn it on.

"Don't turn it on." I warned dropping the clothes I had in hand and running towards him and snatching my phone out of his hand.

He forcefully took the phone back and turned it on. "Look at all those missed calls." He said shoving the phone in my face with one hand while his other hand gripped my left arm tightly.

"Ok." I stated pushing the phone out of my face. His hand squeezed tighter and I stated to feel my bloodstop flowing, "Ryan, you're hurting me." I squealed trying to break free.

"Well maybe next time you'll leave your phone on when it's charging." He smirked gripping me tighter and pulling me in closer.

"I will. I promise." I said trying to pry his hand off of me. When he finally let go, I fell to the ground and smacked my wrist on my dresser on the way down. "Ow." I cried holding my wrist.

He looked down and pitied me as I winced at the pain. "I'm so sorry babe." He said crouching down next to me his hand gently rubbing my back. "I was so worried that you weren't answering my calls. I thought." He trailed off his obvious excuse.

"It's ok." I countered not wanting to hear his anymore sad excuses. "What was so important that you needed a reply?" I asked curiously.

"Want to go get some coffee?" He replied pretending what just happened never happened.

"That could wait." I stated standing up holding my wrist.

"But I want to get coffee." He protested standing up as well.