I'll Always Be By Your Side. (Ryden)

Chapter 9:

Ryan's POV:

Christmas, the only way I really celebrate is with Spencer. So here I am sitting on his coach as his mom makes us breakfast.
"So I was thinking, we could send a demo to Pete Wentz. He has a record label and could possibly sign us." I was staring at Spencer and he gave me a disbelieving look.

"You're kidding me right?" He's literally laughing at me.

"No, it's the only chance we have really. He might like it and want to meet us."

"So, you aren't kidding." How mad would he be if I slapped him?

"Spencer, are you listening to me at all?" My eyes stare into his. You better fucking be able to tell I'm being serious.

"Yes," he sighs and finally acts sincere about it, "Well our problem is, there's not much of a base to build off of. Once we have one it's easier to form. So, before we get ahead of ourselves lets make our foundation."

"You purposely piss me off and then say this about it all? You're a dick." He just rolls his eyes at me.

"Since I'm a nice human being I won't say anything about that last remark." I went to say something back but my phone began to ring. When I pulled it out I was startled by who it was.

"Hello?"

"Why aren't you home? It's Christmas." I feel a course of panic creep into my bloodstream. That horrible feeling of your breath quickening and bones rattling inside.

"For the past three years I've spent it here, at Spencer's." Spencer just continues to stare at me like he's ready for anything that's about to happen.

"You aren't this year. Come home now." That stern voice always makes me cringe. I'm use to it now so on the outside I'm not phased, but inside is a whole other story. That is what opens at night when I'm having a bad day, and the reminders join at once to create some monster that wants to destroy me. The kids at school are there, my father, any person who bumped into me and I received a nasty glare from afterwards. Just any little negative thing in my life falls into that book. It's hidden but certain days it opens. I think today it might open again.

"Dad, please, his mom is making us breakfast and they have presents for me. I don't invite myself." I feel pathetic. I'm begging my own father to not come home. Just this picture doesn't look or even feel right.

"You have two hours. If you are not home by one o'clock sharp I swear." The phone call ended. I ripped the phone away from my ear and stared at it in a shock. I can hear Spence repeatedly saying my name with concern, but no, I'm just not registering it. My vision unfocused and everywhere I look has this blurry white film. Why am I reacting like this? It's not logical. I focus again as Spencer shakes my body forcefully. His facial expressions are radiating with concern.

"Want to inform me on everything that has just happened in the past seven minutes?" I sighed and nodded as I assumed my spot on the couch again. Before I started speaking Spencer's mom said it'd be about another ten minutes.

"My dad is home and he wants me back there."

"Wait, your dad is actually home? On Christmas?"

"I know I'm shocked too. He also said to be home at one sharp." Spencer and I just both kind of stared at each other. He knows pretty much everything; I can tell he's worried and doesn't want me to leave. I have no choice though or matters will only escalate into something much worse. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to go. We can make the best of the next few hours." Spencer nodded and his mom called out saying breakfast is ready. 

We opened our gifts one at a time. This is all I really have of anything close to family experiences. They treat me like their own. Buying me presents and getting onto me whenever they find out I've gotten into some sort of trouble. After all of the gifts were opened we started watching a movie. I continuously checked the time and it's now fifteen till.