8. #8 Broken
Ryder clutches my wrist in a vice grip and every time I reply back to Frank I get a hard squeeze. "Ryder...You're really hurting me..." I whine when Frank leaves the table. He lets my wrist go and I cradle it in my lap.
"Sorry, sweetness." I cringe because Oasis always called me that. I look over my shoulder and see him poking at his lunch with a fork carelessly. I turn around when Ryder pinches my thigh.
"Sorry," I whisper. He grins and slides his arm over my shoulders and balances his leg on his other knee.
"You better be. That Oasis is a piece of work."
"What do you mean?" I hadn't told him about the kiss and I wasn't planning to. He might hurt me intentionally. I shake the abnormal thought away because we both love each other and he'd never do that in a thousand years.
"I mean he went ape shit during P.E and decked me. Got us both extra push ups. I don't like him and you shouldn't either."
"You just have to understand him, he's-"
"He's what?" Ryder snaps. "You like him or something?"
Ryder's dark eyes blaze with jealously and his brown hair seems to fly from his face or something like he's filled with electricity. "How would you feel if I said Grace was hot or something?" he asks rhetorically.
"I didn't say a thing about liking him Ryder. Why do you have to be this way? You don't have to be jealous or overprotective." He backs his head up and takes my arm and hauls me from the lunch table. I've mad Ryder upset before but never furious as he is acting right now.
"I'm not jealous of a girl trust me. I'm not overprotective either, Violet. And you don't tell me what to do."
"Ryder I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. You just don't have to be that way, I want to stay with you forever." He grabs my chin and tilts my head up to meet his steely gaze. His grip tightens around my chin and I moan in pain.
"You better Violet, because if you ever leave me for another man I will make you regret it." He lets my chin go and for a minute I'm stunned by his threat. He looks rigid and I fold my arms across my chest, fearing Ryder just the slightest. "Come here, my sweetheart."
Suddenly I don't feel like his sweetheart.
After I ask my mom if I can go to Ryder's I call Grace. I tell her of my day but leave out Ryder's dangerous threat. When I apply soft lotion I notice bruises everywhere from his little pinches and where his hand gripped my wrist. He obviously didn't mean to do that except the other time. Accidents don't happen twice. I review the lavender bruise and ignore it for now. Ryder wouldn't intentionally hurt me, he tells me he loves me all the time, and through smiles and kisses. I don't know why I think he's mistreating me. He's spoiling me.
"I'm here," I croon as I swoop in his house. I sit on his bed after his mom announces he's in the shower. He comes in moments later dressed fully with his hair dewy and dripping on his shirt.
"Hey, sweetbear," he drawls.
"Never call me that again." I cross my arms and pout at him and he comes over and flips on his TV. "Ryder do you love me?"
"Of course I do," he murmurs, never taking his eyes off the screen.
"Ryder." I pull his face over. "Do you love me? Have you...you know, ever loved anyone else." He frowns and loosens my hands from his cheeks.
"I thought I was once but I wasn't. Yes, I love you."
"Love you too, Ryder." I lay my head on his arm and curl up to him. I swallow. "Have you ever been with a girl?"
"Yes," he mumbles. He picks at his sheets and I chew my lip in indecision. "You've been with a guy right?"
"Its okay you know." I nod into his shoulder, hiding my face. Wow, I just announced my modesty to my boyfriend. I feel relieved but stressed by the fact he's more experienced than I ever will be. "Its no big deal."
"So it won't bother you if I don't put out?"
He stays silent for a moment and purses his lips.
"No," he says and it sounds fake as shit. He leave minutes later and I check my phone. I see a message. Mom texted back and said it was time to go home. I frown at his attitude as I see him putter down the hall. I think I need to go home too.