I snapped out of my
scared self and took a few steps toward him. "What do
you mean, how could I?! Are you crazy Ryan! What were you
thinking?!" "She wasn't finished, you
didn't let her finish. You made her leave when she
wasn't done." "Done what?! Are you kidding me,
Ry!? She was hurting you! Look at you, you're bleeding
everywhere! Already bruising I'm sure, and look at that
bump under your eye-" I was going to continue but he
stopped me. "You don't understand. I deserve this
and you ruined it for me." I was beyond confused and my
heart dropped. At that moment I felt like the most unworthy
person to be breathing on planet Earth. I felt regret and I
couldn't find the words to apologize. As he walked past
me, slowly down to the sidewalk, my thoughts were straight. I
shouted out after him, "Ryan I'm not sorry! This is
so wrong, you are so wrong, come here. Ryan stop right
now." He kept walking, growing smaller and smaller as he
faded into the dark down the street. The lights on the
neighbor's houses have been turned off by now which
created not only darkness but emptiness and I felt alone once
again. I let him walk away, assuming he needed to be alone.
But I was scared and I didn't know what to do. I drove
back home slowly, my mind going insane. I couldn't grasp
the reality of what I witnessed what seemed to be seconds
ago. The scene kept replaying in my head and Ryan's
expressions pierced into my heart as well as my thoughts.
Being the idiot I am, I called him. I sat in my driveway with
the car off and kept calling him. I left him silent
voicemails. I kept calling until I grew angry. Once I heard
another long ring, I opened the car door and threw my phone.
It soared high before it came crashing down infront of the
flickering street light. Pieces flew in every direction and
after it hit the ground. I was breathing deeply and faster
than earlier. I left my broken phone on the street and walked
back inside, not caring what noise I make. I slammed the
front back door out of anger and my dad's bedroom door
instantly opened. "Sam, where the f-ck have you
been?" He stood at the top of the stairs, blocking the
path to my bedroom. Once he saw the tears in my eyes and
probably the mess I was, his angry expression changed to a
worried one. He dropped his arms to his side and breathed
lightly. "Are you alright?"
