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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
74
Views:
9,694
Reviews:
88
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
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Ryan's Confession
The next few days, Ryan and Greg continuously changed shifts on being in the room with Kylie. This morning it was Ryan’s turn, but instead of a book to read, he brought in a notebook to read. He knew that he made a promise to Kylie and Sara both that he would never read them, but he was hoping that this journal may help him understand a little more. He read it over and over again throughout the day taking in a little more each time. By nightfall he had finally put it down and closed his eyes for just a few hours.
Ryan suddenly awoke to a small groaning sound. He rose up and looked over at Kylie and saw that it was her making the noise. He stood over the bed and looked down at her and stroked her hair softly. “Kylie?” Her eyes opened slightly for a few seconds and then closed again. He smiled. Those were good signs.
He reached for his cell and called Greg at the house and told him what had happened. Greg said that he would be up to see her as soon as he could the next day. Ryan told him to let Sara know as well. The day before when Greg was at the hospital and Ryan was at the house, Sara had been asking him questions about Kylie almost the whole day, many times they were repeats.
During the time Ryan had to read Kylie’s journal, especially her note to him and Sara at the end, he had plenty of time to think. ‘Thank you for allowing me to pretend, for telling me that you cared.’ He looked over at the unconscious girl on the bed next to him. “Idiot. Don’t you remember that conversation we had last time you were here? There is just so much that you don’t understand. I…I really do care about you Kyles. And no, it’s not because of the money. I don’t know what it is, but you’ve done something to me. I’m not sure if I like it or not.” He chuckled to himself and said, “And now you’re probably wondering how the hell I could mean this after what happened just a few days back, huh? That’s a long story.
“You see, when we first brought you to the house, everything was going fine until the next day when you decided that you weren’t going to do something that I told you to. I remember that day because I was holding you. I remembered what you said when you were calling to your brother. You were asking him not to leave you.” Ryan took a deep breath and continued. “When I was younger, maybe a year older than you, I lived with my father and my little sister. Our mother had died the year previously. My father was always upset about what had happened and never really got over it. My father started drinking and became an alcoholic. It was never anything bad, he would get angry at times and punch the wall, but he never hit us.
“One night, I was out with a friend. He had invited me and some other guys over for a party. We all had our girlfriends there and were playing games that no parent would ever approve of. We were down in his basement when his parents received a phone call for me. I went upstairs to take it, and it was my little sister on the phone. She just kept telling me to come home. I could hear her crying and I started to get worried, so I immediately left and ran to our house which was right down the street.
“Halfway there, I heard gunshots then saw four people running away from the house. When I saw that they were gone, I made my way inside as fast as I could. The first thing I saw was blood on the walls and floor and then my father dead on the ground. I started screaming out for my sister just praying that she was alright. I heard movement down the hall that led to our rooms, so I rushed over in that direction. My sister was crawling on the floor, covered in blood. When she saw me she fell.
“I grabbed the phone from the wall around the corner and called 911 and told them what had happened as I held my little sister in my arms. Her breathing was extremely ragged. She had been shot two times, both in the stomach but in critical areas. I knew she was going to bleed to death and that there was nothing I could do about it.
“While I held her, I just kept whispering to her that she was going to be fine and to stop crying. I even tore my shirt to help stop the flowing of blood but it soaked through that as well. Then she said the exact thing you said, ‘Don’t leave me.’”
Ryan sat down on the bed near her legs and looked up at her. “I tried to block it out of my head that day, but after I had put you in the ‘nightmare room,’ as you liked to call it, it came back to me. A friend told me not to let you get to me like that. I had to break you Kyles. I had to keep telling myself these last months that you were nothing except property, just that, but no matter what I tried to do to you, you kept reminding me of my sister. It makes me angry Kylie, but not at you. It makes me angry with myself. If I would have been there, then perhaps I could have protected her. She was only six years old. She didn’t know what to do, and she was scared, just like you were. And I hated it that you reminded me of her.
"After that day, I felt this connection between us that never should have been there. I wanted to break it off and the only way to do that was to hurt you, or so I thought. I guess I based all my frustration on you which is why I always took it out on you most of the time. When you cut yourself and when you were starving yourself, I got worried. Once again I blamed myself for what you were doing. And now this…
“I’m not sure if you’re actually able to comprehend what I’m saying to you, but I just felt like you deserved to know.”
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A/N:
I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO x10000 SORRY! I said July 31 and it's now August 2! I've been sick though, so I have a bit of an excuse. I hope you guys really liked this chapter. More of Ryan's life may possibly be explained later on. I'm not sure where I'm going to end this story and start the sequel or if I'll even write the sequel. I may just turn what I had planned for the sequel into a totally different story. I really don't know. I just have to see where this one leads me.
Leave me reviews and Kylie hugs! See you soon!
Ryan suddenly awoke to a small groaning sound. He rose up and looked over at Kylie and saw that it was her making the noise. He stood over the bed and looked down at her and stroked her hair softly. “Kylie?” Her eyes opened slightly for a few seconds and then closed again. He smiled. Those were good signs.
He reached for his cell and called Greg at the house and told him what had happened. Greg said that he would be up to see her as soon as he could the next day. Ryan told him to let Sara know as well. The day before when Greg was at the hospital and Ryan was at the house, Sara had been asking him questions about Kylie almost the whole day, many times they were repeats.
During the time Ryan had to read Kylie’s journal, especially her note to him and Sara at the end, he had plenty of time to think. ‘Thank you for allowing me to pretend, for telling me that you cared.’ He looked over at the unconscious girl on the bed next to him. “Idiot. Don’t you remember that conversation we had last time you were here? There is just so much that you don’t understand. I…I really do care about you Kyles. And no, it’s not because of the money. I don’t know what it is, but you’ve done something to me. I’m not sure if I like it or not.” He chuckled to himself and said, “And now you’re probably wondering how the hell I could mean this after what happened just a few days back, huh? That’s a long story.
“You see, when we first brought you to the house, everything was going fine until the next day when you decided that you weren’t going to do something that I told you to. I remember that day because I was holding you. I remembered what you said when you were calling to your brother. You were asking him not to leave you.” Ryan took a deep breath and continued. “When I was younger, maybe a year older than you, I lived with my father and my little sister. Our mother had died the year previously. My father was always upset about what had happened and never really got over it. My father started drinking and became an alcoholic. It was never anything bad, he would get angry at times and punch the wall, but he never hit us.
“One night, I was out with a friend. He had invited me and some other guys over for a party. We all had our girlfriends there and were playing games that no parent would ever approve of. We were down in his basement when his parents received a phone call for me. I went upstairs to take it, and it was my little sister on the phone. She just kept telling me to come home. I could hear her crying and I started to get worried, so I immediately left and ran to our house which was right down the street.
“Halfway there, I heard gunshots then saw four people running away from the house. When I saw that they were gone, I made my way inside as fast as I could. The first thing I saw was blood on the walls and floor and then my father dead on the ground. I started screaming out for my sister just praying that she was alright. I heard movement down the hall that led to our rooms, so I rushed over in that direction. My sister was crawling on the floor, covered in blood. When she saw me she fell.
“I grabbed the phone from the wall around the corner and called 911 and told them what had happened as I held my little sister in my arms. Her breathing was extremely ragged. She had been shot two times, both in the stomach but in critical areas. I knew she was going to bleed to death and that there was nothing I could do about it.
“While I held her, I just kept whispering to her that she was going to be fine and to stop crying. I even tore my shirt to help stop the flowing of blood but it soaked through that as well. Then she said the exact thing you said, ‘Don’t leave me.’”
Ryan sat down on the bed near her legs and looked up at her. “I tried to block it out of my head that day, but after I had put you in the ‘nightmare room,’ as you liked to call it, it came back to me. A friend told me not to let you get to me like that. I had to break you Kyles. I had to keep telling myself these last months that you were nothing except property, just that, but no matter what I tried to do to you, you kept reminding me of my sister. It makes me angry Kylie, but not at you. It makes me angry with myself. If I would have been there, then perhaps I could have protected her. She was only six years old. She didn’t know what to do, and she was scared, just like you were. And I hated it that you reminded me of her.
"After that day, I felt this connection between us that never should have been there. I wanted to break it off and the only way to do that was to hurt you, or so I thought. I guess I based all my frustration on you which is why I always took it out on you most of the time. When you cut yourself and when you were starving yourself, I got worried. Once again I blamed myself for what you were doing. And now this…
“I’m not sure if you’re actually able to comprehend what I’m saying to you, but I just felt like you deserved to know.”
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A/N:
I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO x10000 SORRY! I said July 31 and it's now August 2! I've been sick though, so I have a bit of an excuse. I hope you guys really liked this chapter. More of Ryan's life may possibly be explained later on. I'm not sure where I'm going to end this story and start the sequel or if I'll even write the sequel. I may just turn what I had planned for the sequel into a totally different story. I really don't know. I just have to see where this one leads me.
Leave me reviews and Kylie hugs! See you soon!