Chapter 14: After School Events

🦄" After School "🦄

🏳️‍🌈" Ryan's POV "🏳️‍🌈

Well, school's over and I'm walking outta the school building. I start to walk down the side walk but then so I hear someone yell my name.

"RYAN! WAIT!", the person yells causing me to stop and turn around and almost get knocked over. When I look up to see who it is I see Blake.

"Sorry didn't mean to almost knock you over.", he says and I shrug.

"So, what's up?", I ask

"I was wondering if we can continue our project today.", he says and I think for a second then shake my head.

"I can't, well at least not today. Maybe tomorrow.", I say and he nods with a sigh

"Okay, just promise me you'll be careful.", he says and I nod

"I will.", I say

"Promise me please.", he says in a begging tone and I roll my eyes

"I pinky promise I'll at least try to be careful.", I tell him holding my pinky out

"That's the closest I'm gonna get, isn't it?", he asks hooking his pinky finger with mine and I nod with a smile.

I walk away and towards my house. I really hope they aren't home. I think to myself as I startbto wall down my street to my house.

When I get in front of my house I stop for a second and take a deep breath when I see my parent's car is in the driveway. I walk up the stairs and grab the door knob. I turn it and walk in quietly hoping not to get their attention but of course luck wasn't on my side.

As I start to walk up the stairs I'm pulled back down by my hair.

"WHAT TH FUCKING HELL TOOK YOU SO LONG!", my mother yelled at slamming head against the wall no doubt leaving a big bump on my head.

"I-I'm sorry! I was w-walking home!", I exclaim my voice cracking as my eyes fill with tears

"THAT'S NO GOD DAMN EXCUSE TO BE LATE!", she yells at me punching me in my stomach.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry!", I stuttered out tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

"I DON'T WANNA FUCKING HEAR IT! STOP CRYING YOU FUCKING BABY!", she yells as she grabs my arm and flings me to the ground causing me to slide and hit my already aching body against the living room wall.

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO BE HERE BY 2 FUCKING 50 BUT DO YOU LISTEN TO ME! NO! CAUSE YOU'RE A DISOBEDIENT CHILD WHO KILLED THEIR FUCKING SISTER!", she yells kicking me where ever she could. I curl up in a ball and try to protect my face and stomach as she kicks me.

"GET THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID BITCH!", she yells and I start to get up groaning in pain but before I'm able to get up all the way I'm kicked in the stomach causing me to fall down from weakness and pain.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK UP!", she yells yanking me up by my hair. I yelp in pain causing her to slap me in the face.

"Just wait until your father gets home.", she says insanely calm with a wicked smirk on her face. She let's go of me causing me to fall as she starts to walk away but before she does she grabs an empty beer bottle and throws it in my direction.

"Now clean that mess up by hand! If I see you using a boom or dustpan you'll have an even worse punishment.", she says and walks outta the room.

I sit up and lean against the wall silently crying at the pain I have all over my body. It hurts so bad. I feel as if I can't move but, I force myself to so I don't get in trouble. I start to pick up the glass carefully so I don't cut myself. As I'm in the middle of picking up the glass I end up accidentally cutting my left palm wide open.

The gash starts to bleed pretty badly so I look for some paper towels or something to wrap it up with really quick. When find anything I just continue to clean up only using my right hand.

After I'm done I grab my bag that was on the stairs and quickly go up to my room.

I close and lock the door behind me I toss my bag on my bed and rush to my bathroom. Once I'm in my bathroom I grab my first aid kit and see a small bottle of alcohol. Well, more like liquor since I can't get medical alcohol since my parents don't ever let me outta the house unless I'm going to school or they have something to do that they don't want me there for, but hey, it works just about as good and it's burns like hell.

I grab the small liquor bottle and pour some on my gash. I his in pain and then rinse it out. I set the bottle back inside of my aid kit and grab some non-stick guaze pads. I fold them in half and the medical tape. I put the guaze pads on my gash and then wrap the medical tape around it about three times then cut it and but the tape away.

I put the aid kit up and walk into my room to see none other than my father.

Oh no! Please God! Please help me, I don't think I can deal with this as long as I thought I could. I say in my head praying to God that I wouldn't have to go through this again.

My eyes travel to the bathroom door and within less than a second I run into my bathroom and slam the door close. I try to lock it but my father pushes it open a hair bit as I fight against his weight to close the door back. The knob is locked so when it does close it'll be locked.

"Oh Ryan.", he says 'tsk'ing me.

"You are very, very stupid. You can't hide from me in your bathroom even if you lock it. Did you forget I have a key to every door in this house?", he asks in an entertained tone

"I don't fucking care! As long as I can stay away from your disgusting filthy pedophile ass I'm good.", I says slamming the door shut turning the knob to where it's closed.

"You stupid bitch!", he yells trying to open the door as I stand behind it trying to make sure it stays closed.

After a while, the banging and attempts to open my door go away and I hear my bedroom door close.

I'm not falling for this trick. I thought to myself as I pulled my phone outta my back pocket. I tapped on the first number that was on my conversation list. I didn't read who it was until after I sent the text that didn't say everything just brief things, 'My mother, bruises, cuts. My father's in my room. I'm stuck in my bathroom.'

I sent the message and saw that the name said Blake. I gulped I should've read who I was sending the message to before I sent it. I thought to myself after the message sent.

I look around my bathroom hoping that I could find some kinda escape.

I look around I see my window. I already knew that if I went through my bathroom window I would have to jump down instead of climbing down.

I think for a moment. I guess I'm going through the window. I say to myself and make sure the door is still locked.

I quietly opened my window, thank God it didn't have the screen in it anymore, I quickly climbed through the tight space and onto the roof. I quickly closed the window and took a few deep breaths.

Okay Ryan, you've got this. You've been through and done even worse things before, what's jumping from the second story of your house gonna do. I mental prepare myself and sit down on the edge of the roof. After a second I slide off the edge and then land on one foot and one knee.

Aww man, I feel like I'm in some kinda action movie or something. I think to myself as I get up. I feel the pain of the impact and started to limp down the side walk to the end of my street. No doubt my father has already noticed that I'm not in the bathroom no more.

I lean against the pole of the stop sign for a minute and then hear a vehicle horn. I look up and see a mustang.

Oh my God! This is so freaking awesome! Wait, I can't get in that. I think to myself as Blake stops in front of me.

"I thought you were trapped in your bathroom?", he says as more of a question and I nodded my head.

"Keyword being were or as in was as in past tense. I forgot I had a window so I decided to go through it and jump off the second story of the house.", I say to him and gives me a concerned look

"Are you gonna get in or do I have to force you to get in?", he asks and I shrug before I look down the street and see my parent's car coming towards us.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna get in.", I say urgently and quickly get in. I close the door and buckle up.

"DRIVE!", I yell at him and he looks at me confused.

"Just drive!", I yell again looking back at the car seeing the car speed up he pushes the gas making the tires squeal as he leaves them in his dust. I sigh in relief thanking the lord for this.

"Thank you.", I say to him as we start to head to what I assume is his house.

"For what?", he asks in confusion

"Thank you for helping me out.", I sigh out looking out the window. He stops the car for a second. He looks at my head where my forehead hit the wall and he has a ticked off look on his face.

"Okay, we're going to my house. My mom's a doctor at the hospital so she can check you up.", he says and I gulp. I never really liked doctors or hospitals or anything like that. Well at least ever since my sister died.

It's not that I blame them or don't trust them, I mean they are the professionals at medical stuff.

After a few minutes the car stops and I'm snapped outta my thoughts. I look at the house and it looks like just an ordinary modern house. I get outta the car and follow Blake up to the house.

We walk into the house and me being the person I am, I was hesitant on walking in the glamorous house. After a few moments I take a few steps in and close the door quietly behind me.

To say I'm nervous to see a doctor even an off of duty doctor since my sister died would be an understatement. I took my shoes off that I wasn't able to take off at home leaving my mitch-matched socks on.

"MOM! I'M HOME! I BROUGHT A FRIEND OVER TOO!", I hear Blake yell causing me to flinch in surprise at his sudden yelling.

"I'M IN THE KITCHEN! AND I HOPE IT'S NOT ONE OF YOUR BIMBOS CAUSE TGEY ALWAYS TURN OUT TO BE BITCHES!", she yells back causing me to laugh. I think I see Blake blush but he motions for me to follow him and I do so.

As I follow him to where I'm guessing is the kitchen I look around and see that everything is so shiny and clean, the whole house is like a bling.

"Hey mom.", Blake says walking up to a woman that looks almost exactly like a woman version of him.

She looks to be about her early 30's maybe mid 30's. She has long curly jet black hair, beautiful green eyes, and slightly pale skin.

Blake hugs the woman that I'm guessing is his mom since that's what he called her.

"Hi Blakey!", she exclaims squeezing him in a tight hug. I giggle a little at his nickname. It's cute.

"Mom, I've told you a million times not to call me that, I'm not a baby anymore.", he says pouting

"You seem to act like one though.", I bud in laughing a little. The woman looks over at me laughing a little too.

"You'll always be my baby Blake.", she says ruffling his hair.

"I'm guessing you're Blake's mom?", I ask politely and she nods with a smile.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Mrs.Steele, I'm Ryan.", I tell her holding my hand out and she smiles

"No need for the formality. Just call me Lacey.", she says to me shaking my hand

"Wait a second! Are you Ryan as in the Ryan Smith!", she exclaims and I give her a confused look

"Umm..... My name is Ryan Smith.", I say in a confused manner as she starts to squeal.

"EEEK!!!! I FINALLY GOT TO MEET YOU!! I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT MY SON TALKS SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!!!", she squeals out sounding like some fangirl.

"Oh really?", I ask looking at Blake with a raised brow.

"MOM!", he yells in embarrassment

"You were right, she is beautiful!", she exclaims examining me then she frowns seeing the bruises on me.

"What to you baby?", she asks walking over to me and hugging me. I stiffen still not used to having friendly physical contact. I hesitantly hug her back.

"Um... nothing, I just fell down some stairs and hit my head pretty hard on the wall.", I lie to her and she let's go of me.

"Well let's go see how bad you hurt yourself.... and check out that hand.", she says pointing to my hand. I sigh and nod as she takes me to a different room and I sit down on a soft cushiony seat.

"I'll be right back.", she says and leaves the room.