Chapter 6

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[A/n]: Trigger warning. Near rape/non-con experience. Nothing really happens cos I'm a pussy and didn't wanna write rape, but some people are sensitive to the topic even being mentioned. If you want to skip it, all that happens in this chapter is a brief interaction with Ryan and the reader, and then Michael shares some snacks and words with the reader and then she goes and snuggles up to Ryan depsite his actions.

You pause in your movements, hesitating getting any closer to Ryan. You even debate turning around and going back to the others. Unfortunately, however, Ryan has already noticed you and is watching you closely with expectant eyes. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, forcing yourself to calm down at least somewhat so that you can approach Ryan with some semblance of confidence. You stop right in front of him and look up, making eye contact and keeping your face as blank as you can.

"Do you need something, Ryan? I'm tired. I want to go to bed," you manage, putting your hands on your hips and setting your feet apart in an attempt to subtly set yourself into a power stance. He frowns and looks you up and down, raising an eyebrow slightly. "I just want to talk, (Y/n)," he says finally. "I didn't want to enter your room without permission, so I waited here for you. I want to apologise... To try and make things right." You sigh softly and shake your head a little.

"You told Michael to kill me, Ryan. Most people don't exactly come back from something like that." He sighs heavily and hangs his head. "I know. I don't know what I was thinking. I wanted to keep the lie up, but at the same time I knew that even if I spilled everything, I would lose the best thing in my life... Whether you lived and left me, or died and left me, I'd still lose you... I guess I just figured to get it over with... Fortunately, or unfortunately, Gavin stepped in... And now here we are, suffering." You can't say anything. You can't deny it. He's right. Whether he told Michael to kill you, or confessed everything, you would have left him regardless. He came to a lose-lose situation, and tried to save himself. You sigh softly, going over his explanation. After a few moments, you nod a little.

"Yeah. You're right, Ryan. You lose the best thing in your life either way. Now get out of my way, I'm going to bed," you finalize. You see Ryan physically deflate, and your heart reaches out to him, but you force yourself to stay strong. He takes a deep breath and steps out of the way, and you open your door and go into your room without a word. Without warning, he catches your wrist and steps into your room with you, closing the door behind the two of you. He says nothing, but you can see in his eyes that Ryan is gone, and you're dealing with The Vagabond now. You stand your ground and pull your arm away from him, but his grip holds fast. "Let me go," you say, fear causing your voice to rise.

"No," he says, his jaw tensing slightly. His eyes soften briefly and he says, "I can't. I can't lose you too." But the softness is gone a second later, and he pulls you close and wraps his other arm around your waist, forcing you to stay pressed against him. "You're mine, (Y/n). You can't leave. I won't let you." He takes a couple steps, pushing your legs with his own to make you move backwards. A few steps later, and the two of you collapse onto your bed, and he pins you down. "Ryan, no. Let me go. Leave my room," you say sternly, though you can't feel anything but fear. "No," he says flatly, pressing his lips against yours. You shake your head and separate your lips, but all he does in response is move to hold both your wrists with one hand, and hold your head in place with the newly freed hand. He kisses you again, his eyes boring holes into your skull with how fierce his expression is.

You close your eyes tightly and bite his lip harshly, and he pulls back, growling lowly. "Stop resisting!" he says, his cold, blue eyes glaring daggers at you as he licks his lip gingerly. You see his eyes flash briefly, but it's enough to give you the hope to put a halt to the Vagabond's advances. "Ryan, please, stop. This is wrong. You can't force me to love you. That's not how this works," you try, begging him with your eyes to stop. His eyes remain cold, however. "I can make you do whatever the hell I want. Just stay fucking still, dammit." His grip tightens on your wrists and he releases your head briefly to move one hand to his belt. Your eyes widen in realisation and you start wiggling violently. He stops for a moment, staring down at you blankly and it takes you a moment to realise why. You realise your cheeks are wet, and quickly look away, cursing yourself for having weak emotional capability.

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