Hey! :) This is probably going to be the last chapter for a while. At least for the weekend, maybe I'll have time to write on monday. Thank you all for reading!!
I walked towards my car, and opened the door. I sighed heavily as I turned on the engine and began to drive. Lisa had replied. A reply, that broke my heart.
Why couldn't she trust me? It made me feel like a failure. Like I hadn't won her over. Otherwise she would trust me.
I drove through the street, and I looked out of my window for a second, a second, to know what's going on. A second to realize everything.
She was on her doorstep, another boy standing in front of her and they were having a conversation. I tried not to think about what I wanted to, but I couldn't. She wouldn't, would she? Lisa handed the guy something I made out of as a dollar bill. My heart was thumping against my chest, almost making it hard to breathe.
What the actual fuck was she doing? I watched the guy leave in his car, and Lisa go back inside. She had alot of explaining to do, I thought, as I got out of my car.
Jake had came back, with a need of more money. I was running out and I was sure that aunt Sarah would realize that sooner or later. And it hurt lying to Ryan, like fuck. Just as I got inside, the doorbell rang again. I got up with the help of my crutches and made my way to the door.
I opened it, and a very, what seemed to me, angry Ryan stood there.
''Who the fuck was that? And why did you give him money? What's going on, Lisa?''He asked, with a raw and sharp voice that made me shiver of uncomfort. He'd never been angry with me, never once. But he had the right to be.
''Come inside,''I talked, and he walked past me, the smell of him making my body almost tremble. God. I love him. So much. It hurts.
He looked at me, and wanted me to explain.
''It's a long story,''I started, sitting down and placing my crutches beside me.
''I have time,''He spoke, sitting down opposite me and looking me dead-in-the-eye.
''About a week ago, my old friend Jake came by. He needed my help. He needed money.''I said, trying not to make my voice shake.
''For what?''He asked.
''He's done some...stuff in the past, and he was afraid the police would catch him if he didn't leave, and he needed cash for that,''I spoke, staring at my red-wine manicured nails.
''Why did he have to ask you for money?''He asked, not leaving his stare on me.
I was silent, it felt like I lost the ability to speak.
''Tell me. Please.''He said.
''He hit his sister's boyfriend sensless and his family wouldn't talk to him, espesically after his past..''I said, more coming out of a whisper.
''His past? What do you mean?''
''Jake did some things he isn't proud of, and had trouble with the police,''I talked, my hands beginning to shake.
''You're not saying you are giving money to a criminal, Lisa?''He said,his voice raised.
I was quiet, sobs wanting to escape my throat.
''You can't do this! He's a fucking criminal, and you're giving money to him!? What the fuck? You can't!''He almost yelled, making me jump.
''Sorry,''He apoligized, seeing my reaction.
''He's not a criminal, Ryan.''I protested.
''Lisa, if you are really going to give more money to him, then I don't know, fuck it, I'm going to tell the police myself!''He talked, his voice still raised.
''Now you see why I didn't want to tell you!''I said, with a same raised voice.
''I swear, you can't do it anymore. Please. Just tell him you can't give him anymore money!''
''He helped me, when nobody did,''I said, tears still escaping my already weary eyes.
''Please. Don't give him anymore money,''He almost begged.
''It just feels so selfish to not help him, when he helped me,''I cried, though I didn't want to. I didn't want to be having this conversation with my boyfriend, either.
''Look. I love you, and I don't want you to be involved with some criminal.''He spoke, his voice getting back to normal. The voice Ryan had always had. My Ryan.
''I won't give him anymore money.''I said, my tears blurring my perfect boy's vision.
He didn't speak, he just held me like I'd been begging for , for the past week. It felt so damn good to have him this near me and have him wipe my tears, and kiss me. From that moment I knew-this was forever. I felt happy. But little did I know, my hapiness wasn't going to last. It never does. Hell was still kindly waiting for me.
Do you like it?! Talk to you on monday, byeeeee!