RYAN POV
The front door stares at me menacingly. It looks like a face.
The paneled front with its square nose and, two frosted glass windows with the spiderweb of cracks in the corner make for cloudy - looking eyes, the door handle a sideways smile.
My hands shake as I reach up to grab the handle, but I need to get something to wear other than my gross shoes or that Brendon kid's jacket. The door opens. I look around quickly before stepping in. No sign of Dad. Good.
Quietly, I walk up the stairs to get to my bedroom. Well, what used to be my bedroom. I search through the closet for something to wear, where I find a thin black vest and a floral patterned shirt. Next to them sit a thick black coat. I take those two and stuff them into the backpack I carried with me everywhere. I start to turn and leave the room when I hear loud, obnoxious footsteps. Dad's here.
"shit" I whisper, and throw myself into the closet as quietly as you can throw yourself into something. I kick the door shut with my feet, accidentally causing a loud THUMP making me cringe. Knowing my dad, though, he's probably too drunk to hear it.
I sit still, not moving a single muscle, in case his BAC isn't at 0 point fucking 8 quite yet. I can hear him groan and probably fall into his bed. I sigh with relief. Safe for now.
I sneak out through the window, probably the safest option considering he could still be awake and sober enough to realise that he isn't alone. I tighten Joey's jacket over my shoulders and dash out into the night, just like the day I made the first desicion, when I finally decided that I'm never going back home.
(A/N This ending was pretty crap but I promise it'll get bette)
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mystery boy
Romancetwo young boys falling in love yes, this used to be a panic at the disco fanfic but i know they don't want this. however i don't want to delete this story so i'm changing the names :)
