Till Death Do Us Apart- 4 ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Four Weak Of Me

Meet The Man- Noah Schnacky
Ryder's POV

     "I don't want there to be a lot of people, crowds make me anxious sometimes, but especially in a crowded room." I say looking to Blake as we walk to wherever she was taking me. She scrunches up her nose to that.

     "That's going to be a hard thing." She says as we both stop and she faces me giving me a look as I give one back.

     "What do you mean?"

    "Well, first of all, it's not a room we'll be in, and second of all your mother and father affected the lives of a lot of my people. Even Felix'." I narrow my eyes at that. My father and mother affected people? People loved them? I only expected it to be me, her, Dallas and his friends and maybe a few other people. I guess it all depends on what she considers 'a lot'.

      "What do you mean? What did they do?"

     "A lot. For everyone. Your mother took responsibly in her own hands and she start babysitting the kids here, taking stress off the people so they could sleep, focus, and search for you guys during the day. She used her own money to buy supplies for everyone and she even babysat Nadia a few times. The kids loved her. Nadia loved her." She says letting out a soft sigh and looking slightly down. "She even helped Gina out a bit. When Gina was overwhelmed with helping people, your mother stepped in and helped her out. She helped Gina save a lot of lives and she was the person to go to for advice."

     She was great at giving advice. I nod my head at that looking down as I remember how my mom always knew what to say and when to say it. She was great. I think that's where my brother got it from before he died. He was great at giving advice too. I remember how when I was upset, she's sit on my bed with me and wouldn't leave until I told her what was going on. I remember how if her words couldn't get me to stop crying, she'd take me to her car and if my dad asked what was going on, she'd just say 'we're going for a car ride', and after it'd just be 'car ride' and he understood. He'd nod.

     In the car rides, my mother and I would just talk about things. What I was upset about. What was going on. We'd talk about anything and everything until I felt better and we'd go back home. I don't know, there's something about car rides that always just make me feel better. I don't know what it is, but I love them. Especially with my mom.

     I lay in my room crying, laying under the covers of my bed and trying not to be too loud. I hear my brother playing video games in the next room and yelling and shouting because he either died or won with his friends. He was always so loud when it came down to video games, I guess its a guy thing. My friend texts me and I read it before the tears come faster and a cry slips through my lips. My brother who was just yelling became quiet and I close my eyes hoping he didn't hear me when I start shaking and crying, bringing my blanket up to my chin and wipe the tears away. I sniff and shake my head.

     "Hold on, hold on." I hear my brother say as I hear his footsteps come out in the hall and stop at my door but I pay no attention to it as my friend texts me again and I look at the message before crying again just as his footsteps walk away but not back to his room. My friend and I were talking about her parents. Her mom, high on meth as well as her dad, and she told me while her dad was gone, her mom would bring a guy over. Her parents would also leave her alone in the house and she's two months younger than me, but both of us ten. She had texted me saying her parents are getting a divorce.

     We were on the phone earlier and she was crying. I don't know what it is about a dear friend crying, but when I hear the sadness in hers, my heart broke, and I started crying too. I tried telling her everything is going to be okay, but her and I both knew that was a lie. Truth is, I didn't want her to change and divorce at this age changes people. I was worried about her. She's my best friend and she's going through a tough time that I can't help her through because I didn't know what to say. I felt bad that I couldn't help her. I felt bad because I couldn't make her feel better. When we hung up, we kept texting, but I still cried for her.