Unabated Understatement Of The Century-RYAN ROSS

I shuffle in the back seat of the car, sitting up and looking in the front for Ryan, but he's not there.
"Where in the hell did that kid go?" I whisper to myself, pulling a jacket on.
It's raining outside of the car so hard I can't see out of the windows.
He probably just went to go eat or something...
Although, it still scared me being alone where I had no idea where I was. Before I went to sleep, Ryan was driving, so there's no telling where we were.
As soon as I begin dozing off again, Ryan opens the door and sits next to me, shaking rain water off.
"I got worried about you."
"I`m sorry, I only went inside to get us a room." He said, placing a key card in my hands.
"That's good, let's go in, i`m freezing."

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I lay in the bed, wrapped in Ryan's arms hours later, while he slept.
But I can't.
I`m thinking about going home, what my mom and Brendon will say. How they're probably worried about me right now. What Ryan's dad will do when he finds out, and everything that has all happened because of me already.
You're nothing but a mistake..
Those words burned into my head again. Words i`d tried for eighteen years to escape.
Words a father should never tell his daughter, but they were beginning to make sense.
You ruin everything..
You're no good..
No one wants you..
I lifted my head up to wipe a tear away and catch a glimpse at Ryan, sleeping so soundlessly.
I would do nothing but make his life even harder than it already is, and I don't want that at all. He deserved better.
It was then I made my decision.

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"You read to head back home?" Ryan asked, loading our bags into the trunk of my car nearly three days later.
"Yep, time to face the beast." I paused. "I`m sorry for dragging you out here."
"You didn't drag me out here, I came willingly. Listen, if I get yelled at, I get yelled at, it's not big deal. I`m used to it."
He smiled at me, kissing me.
"I just hope everything will be alright."
"It will be, I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." I whisper under my breath, just so he can't hear me.
He doesn't see the tear that slides down my cheek.
He doesn't hear the voice screaming in my head.
George Ryan Ross never noticed anything except for what he wanted to notice.
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I stand outside my house, fist pressed to my front door, wondering what hell lies behind it.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
My feet carried me into the living room. I dropped my bags and Brendon stared back at me, then looked away.
"Where were you?" He asked.
"I`m eighteen Brendon, and you're not my dad, I don't have to tell you anything."
"Where did you and Ryan go?"
"That's none of your business either!"
"You know." He started, standing up and walking next to me. "You're not the same person you used to be, Miss. Ryan is changing you."
"That's a lie, Brendon, i`m exactly the same as I was."
He shoook his head at me and walked out of the room, leaving me to stare at nothing. It's not as bad as everyone is making it out to be. Brendon is the only one that has a problem with Ryan and I being together.
A problem he's needs to get over...
"Brendon!" I yelled, walking into the kitchen where he stood. "Could you at least try talking to Ryan?"
He stared at the floor for a moment.
"Yeah, I can try, I don't know how much good it will do, though."
"Well, it's a start."