Two and a half weeks later…
The doorbell rang, it was the weekend. We had decided to wait until summer to fly down to Florida. The company said that would be fine, they understood that I was struggling to keep my grades up as it was.
“What do you want?” Ryan questioned to the person at the door.
There was malice in his voice. Whoever it was, Ryan didn’t like them. They must have responded, he looked back at me, he looked apprehensive.
“Wait here,” Ryan replied.
He shut the door and came over to me.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“It’s your dad,” he replies nodding back at the door.
“What does he want?” I ask.
Ryan shrugs and looked nervous.
I get up off the couch and go to the door. I open it but only stick my head out. I keep the door between us as a protection measure.
“Nico,” he mumbles sympathetically.