Broken [RYDEN]

intro

He was five when it started.

His dad had never beaten him before. He never paid attention to Ryan or even cared for him. When Ryan was born he never once glanced at his newborn child.

"Just hand him to his mother." He had said when the nurse held him out to his father.

It was the night after his 5th birthday. Ryan wanted to show his father what his best friend, Spencer Smith, had gotten him. Ryan entered his parents bed room. As soon as he entered the room he had a sudden flash back.

A memory.
He was three.

He could hear his mother's screams and crys. He heard his father yelling and the shattering of an empty bear bottle. He could hear the bed creak as his mother screamed.

Ryan shook his head.
He didn't understand.

He continued to walk in until he saw his father sitting upright on the bed. He was chugging a beer.
Ryan held out the notebook his best friend had got him. It had a leather cover and was very big. So big that little five year old Ryan had to carry it with both hands and practically wrap his arms around the book.

His father turned to him and said "what the hell do you think you are doing in here boy".

"I wanted to show you what Spence got me." Said Ryan in his sweet little voice. His father had gotten up from the bed and grabbed the book out of Ryan grasp. Ryan almost fell forward. "It's just a stupid book. You came in here to show me a stupid book?!? That's it! I've had enough of putting up with you!" Ryan's father yelled before dragging Ryan downstairs. His mother wasn't home or else she would have stopped him.

There was blood.

Ryan's father had taken the piece of wood that had came up from the floor and started to hit Ryan with it. The wood cut into him with it's sharp pieces and splintered him with the little pieces that broke off. Ryan screamed in pain and was bruised and cut by the board.

Ryan's mom had gotten home later that day. She had just walked through the door when she saw Ryan laying in the corner crying. The bleeding had stopped but he still had bruises and cuts along with the dried blood that had soaked his shirt when it was wet.

His mom let out a shriek.

She couldn't stop it.

Both him and her live in fear and pain.

He was ten when his father started raping him.

Ryan now understood what was happening in his memory. He knew how his mother must have felt. It was painful. Ryan bled.

He is sixteen. Kids at school beat him and bully him. No one knows what happens behind the closed doors of the Ross family's home. No one knows the amount of pain Ryan has been through. The amount of blood he's lost. Bruises on his body scar him. The bullies use his traumatized mind as an advantage. Every time Ryan is cornered by a bully he winces and shuts his eyes closed tight waiting for the punches of his father and the yells that curse his mind forever. But they aren't his father's. The ones he gets at school belong to the bullies.

He's alone.

He only has his mom and Spencer Smith, whom he's known since he was a few days before turning five. They clicked instantly. Spencer was the only kid who talked to him. The only kid who showed him kindness.

Bust most of the time Ryan is lonely.

Unloved.

Ryan is broken.