(Ryan's p.o.v)
I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in. Typical, there's no room to sleep in this little circle. I reach into my bag for what looks like some crackers. I eat some, only one at a time because I roll like that.
I turn on my phone to see a text from Brendon, from last night. I smile and tell him I'm hopefully coming soon. I turn on my Navigator, only 14 hours walking distance, great. It's 12 p.m. So I guess it might be a three day trip. Oops.
I finish eating and pack it all up. I take a sip of water and put it away. I put my backpack on my shoulders and pick up my case. I walk threw the bushes to the trail, oh so casually. It's awkward walking out of a bush when you see people just walking around.
I got a couple strange looks, but I would be weird-ed out if there was a guy wearing 5 layers and carrying a bunch of crap. I get back on the trail, out of the park. The navigator says North East, so I do so and apparently another highway, fan-fucking-tastic.
My phone has 49% left and I'm sorta fucked. I look at were I have to get off and how long it's going to take. I have to get off 56 and it's going to take 3 hours. I sigh and turn off my phone.
The cars keep on passing me, probably because I'm walking along the side of the roads like a crazy person. and so I get on my long journey.
(Brendon's p.o.v)
I wake up to a text from someone. I get up and look at my phone. I smirk at Ryan's text. I can't believe me and him are going away, I don't want to be homeless though. Maybe I can get some off my parents money without them noticing, or something like that.
I disabled my phone from gps so my parents can't track me down.
Why can't he just get here already? I'm so tired of feeling so alone in this house, it's like I don't even exist around here. My parents ignore me all the time, we don't even eat dinner together anymore. I need somebody, well not anybody, just Ryan. Then I'll be happy.
I go grab some cookies from my desk. I don't even bother going down stairs anymore, I just bring my food up here and I have my own bathroom, so I guess I live up here.
"Brendon!" I hear my mom call from downstairs. I roll my eyes and open my door and slowly walk downstairs. I look at her, uninterested, once I make it to the living room.
My eyebrows scrunch once I see what's before me. A fucking intervention. There's a sign that says 'Please come back to us', a pie, and my parents sitting down on the couch, looking sympathetic.
"What the fuck is this?" I almost yell. I'm so fed up with this shit.
"Just sit down, son." My dad says rather calm. I plop on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. My dad mentally face palms, I can tell by his eyes.
"We want to help you." My dad says. I look at him confused.
"With?" I ask calmly. "Your gay problem," Okay that sells the deal for me, I'm not putting up with this bull crap. I get up and roll my eyes.
"Wait! Just hear us out," My mother sobs, wait she's crying? Are they really affected by this? I cross my arms and wait for her to speak.
She just cries into my Dad's chest, so my Dad speaks instead, "We know this is just a phase, so we are going to help you overcome it." He says.
"This isn't a fucking phase dad, it's me. It's the real me. There is absolutely NOTHING you can do about it. I'm sorry, but this isn't your fucking choice." I say with determination and attitude. My mother looks at me in confusion/anger/shock? My dad is just pure anger, of course.
"I am almost 18, so I can believe what I want. I am not in a religion, I don't believe in shit. I don't want to told what's wrong and right. I'm a fucking human being! You know how people are fighting for gay rights, it should be human rights because we are all human. We all bleed, all feel, touch, smell, die, live, and breathe the same air. So suck it up and deal with it!" I shout at them. After that, I still have that look on my face, the look of pure anger.
I storm up to my room, I hear my dad get up on the couch. Fuck, I run up to my room and lock it. I put boxes up to the door and barricade myself. I have never been so scared in my entire life. My ears listened to the banging at my door, angry knocks.
I shakily grab my phone and dial Ryan's number. I'm shaking so much, almost dropping the phone. Come one Ryan answer the damn phone, I need you. It goes straight to voice-mail. Fuck! My lips quiver from crying. I put my hands through my hair and tug on it's roots.
I stop tugging and grab my blanket. I wrap it around myself and run to my bathroom. I lock that door as well and hide in my bathtub. I drew the curtains so I couldn't be seen. I lie down and lay the blanket over me, hiding every part of my body.
This isn't working out very well considering I'm shaking like a freaking chiwawa. I'm trying to calm myself down with Ryan's scent, but it's not working very well. I heard my phone go off, shit shut up shut up. I grab it out of my pocket to see Ryan's caller ID. I instantly pick it up and hold it up to my ear.
"Brendon? Are you okay? Why are you crying?" He grows stern. Apparently my crying is noticeable.
"My-my-dad is" I try to say.
"It's okay Brenny, you'll be okay. Are you safe now?" He asks calmly.
"No-no! I locked him out of my room and he's banging on the door, hard enough to almost break it down," I sob.
"Where are you now?" He says frantically.
"I'm in my bathroom-in-in my bathtub hiding." I cry.
"Is the door locked?" He asks. I nod, but then forget I'm on a phone call.
"Yes, but If he can break threw my bedroom door, then he can get in my bathroom door, Please help RYAN. I'M FREAKING OUT," I bawl.
"Is the window open in your room?" He asks. What the hell. I remember it being open from last night, looking at the stars and moon.
"Yes?" I say quietly. "Maybe he'll think you jumped out of the window." He says happily. I roll my eyes and let out a little laugh. He can still brighten me up at my darkest moments.
"Ryan, where are you please hurry. I need you." I say quietly.
"The trip may be a little longer, I'm so sorry Bren, please stay strong for me." I cry harder when he says that and shake. I can't stand it anymore here.
"Please, just please- DAD!"
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Troubled Soul (ryden fanfic)
FanfictionRyan is the new kid at his school, and he doesn't fit in quite well. He is quiet, shy, helpless kind of guy. He doesn't have any friends either so that makes matters ten times worse since he's a bully magnet. Ryan has a bunch of problems at home, in...
