What Are You? - Ohmtoonz Fanfiction

Itching for a Beating(41)

Ryan soaked up every word I said with the most attention he could pour into our conversation. He rarely spoke, I encouraged him not to hurt himself, but when he did it was broken and quiet. I stayed patient with him and never interrupted. I have a feeling he really appreciated that I didn't freak out about this voice and enjoyed being able to say things to me directly. 

Not that I would ever say it but...I wish I had known the Ryan that wasn't afraid to speak. I wish I could tell him that everything was going to be okay and not to be so scared. He spoke as if he was going to be beaten at any moment.

Fuck whoever hurt you Ryan. I'll see them in the worst depths of hell.

Anyways, he asked me questions about my life and what exactly I was. He asked about my mother, Tyler, and anything he could think of. What hell was like, had I ever seen Satan, what other powers did I have?

I answered everything truthfully. Not sparing even the smallest of details and we did. We went back and forth until Ryan went silent. No more questions plaguing his mind. 

"Do you have anything else Ry?" I asked reaching my hand over and lightly touching his arm. I gazed at the burn on his finger tips again. It looked like it hurt a lot. Although, I would never know that sensation. 

"Wh-why m-me?" His voice shook while his hands remained closed. "Wh-why me-meet m-me?"

"You were in trouble when I got to the surface. I couldn't just sit back and watch you get hurt. That would be reckless." Ryan leaned his head on me and sighed. "Plus, I thought you were handsome and anyone who is mean to hot people should be stopped." Ryan hit my arm with a laugh. "But seriously, I know this is a lot to take in and I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner but it was...complicated. However, now you basically know everything. The whole Tyler part was supposed to be left out but we won't tell him that." I smiled at him. He giggled quietly.

"Wha-what about y-your dad?"

"My father?" I ran a hand through my hair. "He's only into business. I already told you I'm supposed to take over as second in command but..." I sighed and stared down into his eyes. "I don't want to do that. I never wanted to."

"Talk t-to hi-him about I-it."

"He's not like that. Neither is my mother. I love both of them but..."

There was a loud violent knock at the door. I shot up and instructed Ryan to stay on the couch. At this point it was mere instinct to keep him safe. 

Who would be up here knocking right now? The banging continued. Getting more and more frustrated by the second. I approached it with caution and peeked through the side window. To my surprise it wasn't my mother, Tyler, or even Craig.

Mike. Mike the asshole that had been bullying Ryan was banging on the door.

My door.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any better. I glanced over at Ryan.

"Why don't you go wait in the kitchen. I'll be outside." Ryan gave me a confused look but still stood and walked over to the kitchen. I made sure he couldn't glance out the window to see who was there. When I was sure Ryan was gone I opened the door. Mike almost barged his way in but I shoved him back and closed the door behind us.

"The fuck's your problem man?" I growled. "You must have some big fucking balls to show up here after what you did to him." Mike scoffed at me.

"So bunny is here?" He smirked. I crossed my arms and stood in front of the door. He rolled his eyes. "You have no proof of anything and anyways, I need to have a chat with him." He tried once again to push past me. I grabbed his shoulder with as much restraint as I could and flashed an evil looking smile.

"You so much as breathe on him I am putting you six feet under." I grumbled. He paused before taking a step back, forcing me to release my grip on him. "Wasn't it enough harassing him all these years? What unfinished business could you possibly have with him?"

"He is close to getting me expelled! One fucking word out of him and my school life is over! We can't let that happen, now can we?" I turned my head upwards and recognized the presence of several people surrounding the house. Shit. "That is if the dumb bitch can learn to speak."

"So, you came here for another unfair fight?" I cracked my knuckles and lifted my lips. Revealing a sharp, hungry look directed at him. "Lucky for you..." I felt this deep rage build in my chest. "I've been itching for a reason to beat you all to a pulp. Come at me with everything you've got because even that..." I grabbed the end of my shirt and yanked it off my head leaving only a tank top underneath. I rolled back my shoulders and took a deep breath. "Won't be enough to spare you."

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