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Bad Timing

Ryan hasn't answered his phone for three days. He hasn't even posted lately and he posts all the time.

I was starting to get worried. I messaged one of his friends and they hadn't heard from him either.

But they did tell me where he lived, so I'm currently driving to his house.

I hope he's okay.

I pulled into his driveway and got out. I heard shouting from inside so I tried my best to hide. I peaked in the bottom window and I seen him standing there.

He looked angry and was yelling at what I'm guessing is his father.

His father was mouthing something but I couldn't understand it.

His father did something that I didn't expect. He punched Ryan in the face.

Ryan grunted and fell back. His dad kicked him in the stomach and back.

" Get up!" He yelled.

" I said get the fuck up." He yelled louder.

He grabbed Ryan's T-shirt and yanked him up. He slapped him across the face again.

Tears fell down my face, I can't stay here.

I ran back to my car but before I made it the front door opened.

" Launa?"

I stopped like a deer getting caught in headlights.

I turned to face him.

" What are you doing here?" He asked shutting the door.

I walked toward him.

" No don't." He said.

I stopped he looked around the house. He came to me and pushed me into the car.

" what are you doing?" I asked.

He shook his head. " He can't see you."

He sighed. " I'm sorry for ditching you. I really am. I just... it's complicated. Okay?"

I nodded and put my hand on his cheek. He seemed to like it.

When I put my hand down. He grabbed it and put it back. " why'd you stop?"

The car door flew open and Ryan got drug out.

His dad was standing over him and was yelling at him. He looked back at me and his demeanor changed.

He laughed. " We uh just play fight sometimes."

I smiled and nodded.

Ryan looked at me and smiled but it didn't reach his eye. I already knew he was lying I seen what this asshole did.

" I should get going." I said.

I got out of the car and into the driver side. I said goodbye to Ryan and drove off.

I felt so bad for leaving Ryan, I wish he could have came with me.

I was supposed to be mad at him. But how could I?

Maybe I should tell someone what I saw. No. NO. that's none of your business. You was creeping.

I had the day off today but none of my friends had texted me today.

I wanted to text my mom but I had no idea where exactly she was. I knew that anyplace you couldn't have a cell phone.

I sat upstairs and looked over my essay I wrote about six times. The teacher kept saying he never received it. I knew he did. He's just lazy and don't want to look.

I heard a small pebble hit my window.

I shut my laptop and went to the window. I glanced down and Ryan was standing down there.

I motioned for him to come up. I figured he'd come through the front door but he didn't. Instead he claimed through the window.

He smiled at me. " Hey beautiful."

I liked when he called me that honestly. It was cute.

He sat down on my bed.

" What are you doing here?" I asked.

He grabbed a magazine. "I uh came to see if you were okay."

I nodded. " yep why wouldn't I be?"

He frowned. " I know you saw it. And I knew exactly what you were thinking."

I came closer to him. " why didn't you tell me?"

I ran my hand through his hair.

" it's not exactly easy to tell." He said.

I don't know what was on the floor but when I stepped closer I tripped and fell on top of him. He chuckled and tucked a piece of hair back.

He was inches from my lips and I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he cleared his throat and looked away.

It's like I was toxic and he didn't want me.

I got off of him and scoffed.

He put his hands in his pocket and grabbed his cellphone.

He texted a few people and then put it up.

" I got to go." He said.

" Ryan wait."

He didn't listen he just climbed out my window and walked off.

What did I do?

I mean yes I know I was on top of him but jeez. He has major mood swings.

Ryan has been acting a little different toward me since the party. I wonder if I did something wrong.

I couldn't ask him. He doesn't talk anymore. Unless he wants something or he's upset or wants to check on me.

I message him all the time and he never replies to my texts or calls.

I remember laying on my bed thinking about him and the next thing I know I was out.