To Center Stage [16/30]
Brendon stayed by Ryan’s side, not taking his eyes off of him for even a moment. He heard the clicking of heels coming closer and he pulled Ryan closer.
“Brendon! My god, Brendon, what happened?” Mrs. Urie came running over to her son and crotched down closer to Brendon and Ryan. She put two fingers to Ryan’s throat, while Brendon began to cry and tears fell from his face to Ryan’s. “Honey he needs a hospital.” She went to lift Ryan, but Brendon grabbed on harder to Ryan’s still form.
“No! If he goes, they’ll find him. They’ll get him. I’m not letting that happen,” Brendon told his mother.
“He needs to or he’ll die. I’m calling 911.” To this he buried his face in Ryan’s shoulder and cried even harder.
Most of what happened next was a complete blur to Brendon. An ambulance showed up, detached Brendon’s death grip from Ryan, and quickly put his pale body on the gurney. The squeaky wheels were covered by the sound of urgent yells of different request. The last thing Brendon saw was a pair of deliberators touching Ryan’s skin.
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The car ride over to the hospital was quiet, except for Brendon’s cries. His mother held his hand the whole ride. Brendon knew Ryan was strong, he had been through so much, he could pull through this no problem.
Sitting in the waiting room was the most torture Brendon had ever been through. Every doctor that pasted through had information on Ryan in Brendon’s mind.. After being convinced by doctors and even janitors mistakenly taken to be doctors that ryan was fine, Brendon finally took a seat next to his mother.
Another thing on his mind was if his parents would come for him. Well, his step-parents. And now thinking about it, how does he have two step-parents? One of them had to be his biological family. Maybe in the rush of it all, Ryan just declared them both as his step-parents. Either way, there was no way Brendon would allow them near Ryan. He’s already failed to protect him once; he wasn’t letting it happen again.
After what seemed like forever, a doctor came into the waiting room asking for Brendon. He stood up and made his way over to the doctor, who stuck out his hand and introduced himself.
“Hello Mr. Urie, I’m Dr. Philip. I’ve been taking care of Ryan Ross. I’m not going to question what happened; Ryan gave me enough information once he was conscious. The people are already on their way. Due ot that I can not allow you to see Mr. Ross at this time.” Brendon tried to interrupt, but the doctor put up and hand and stopped him. “Afterwards, I’ll allow another bed to be placed in the same room and you can stay the night. Ah, here are the men in blue now. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go talk to your mother.” The doctor gave Brendon small smile and walked past him.
When Brendon turned around he was already being approached by a young man in a brown trench coat and an older looking gentleman in a typical police officer uniform. It reminded him of the modern day Sherlock Holmes. Behind them, he could see his mother in a deep conversation with Dr. Philips.
“You must be Brendon? Hi, I’m Detective Roberts and this officer Danvers,” the man in the trench coat said. Brendon gave a small smile and a nod to them both. “The doctor has provided us with a room in which we can talk. Follow us please.” The two turned around and he followed them. After taking a few turns, wrong an right, and after getting directions from a nurse, Brendon was sitting on a bed in an old examination room with the two older gentlemen leaning against a desk top that jetted out from the wall.
Later that night, Brendon lied on his side in the same pair of pajamas that he had worn the day Ryan and he decided to date. Next to him, Ryan was sleeping. He was sleeping when he had first got into the room. Watching him sleep made Brendon fell like a creep, but he feared that if he turned away for one moment, Ryan would be gone. Though the officers had assured him Ryan was perfectly safe.
The questioning was pretty straight forward, a little too much for Brendon’s liking and through the whole process he silently hoped that Ryan had it a lot easier.
“What is your relationship to Ryan?” Detective Roberts asked, taking out a note pad and a small pencil.
“Ryan is my boyfriend,” Brendon told them. For the first time in awhile, Brendon was feeling awkward about his sexuality. The detective and the police officer didn’t look surprised.
“When did the two of you start dating?”
“It’s been about a month.”
“In the month you two have been dating, have you noticed any bruises, or has he acted weird in anyway?”
Brendon swallowed and let out a sigh. “I didn’t need to see anything to know something was wrong with him, he would have told me. I know what was happening to him. When I asked him it he was okay, he just told me he was never better.”
“How did you find out Ryan was being abused?” Brendon remembered wincing at how dryly that was thrown out there.
“One day he called me, it was the day before we started dating. He tried to explain to me that if we dated it would have to be a secret. I didn’t hear him through. Later that night it was raining so I decided to take a walk. When I got down to the park, I saw Ryan. He had a bruise on his face. He wouldn’t tell me anything at first. Then he broke down and begged me not to make him go back to his house. So I took him to my house. The next day he told me what happened, well sort of.”
Detective Philips gave Brendon a puzzled look before asking, “What do you mean, sort of?”
“He never told me why his parents hit him. I didn’t want to know really. I just want to protect him.”
Even now as Brendon watches the rise and fall of Ryan’s chest as he breathed, all Brendon wanted to do was keep him safe.
In the mess of his thoughts, Brendon eventually fell asleep. The next morning, after rubbing his eyes awake, he looked over at Ryan to see his eyes opened and looking at him.
“Ryan!” Brendon exclaimed excitedly. Getting off the bed, dizziness hit him and he fell back on the bed. Ryan chuckled and Brendon couldn’t have been happier.
“Take it easy Brendon, just lay down. I can hear you from here. Besides, I need to do a lot of talking anyways,” Ryan said quietly.
Brendon sat cross-legged on his bed. “What do you need to talk about? Before you start though, I just want to say that I’m so happy that you are okay. Well okay considering the condition you were in yesterday. I promise that it will never happen again. While you live at my house, you are going to live like a prince, just like you deserve.”
“Wait I’m living with you?” Ryan asked.
“Yes. I thought they told you that? Of course how could they have. A social worked talked to my mom after the cops questioned us both. The doctor said that you had to sleep, so I was going to tell you. Well, now you know!” Brendon said happily looking over at Ryan. There was no smile on Ryan’s face however. “You aren’t happy?” Ryan didn’t say anything. Brendon felt like a cinderblock had taken the place of his heart. If it was a cinderblock or his heart, it was sitting at the bottom of his stomach by now.
“When I was little, I had a perfect life,” Ryan stated. “I was the perfect son, with the perfect parents. Had the perfect house, a white two story one family house. Picket fence and dog included. My Biological mom and dad could never do anything wrong.” Ryan looked over at Brendon sadly. “So you can see how it was inevitable that something tragic would happen. My parents wanted another child, they didn’t want me growing up alone. They kept trying, but my mother couldn’t get pregnant. They decided to go see a specialist and they found out my mother had ovarian cancer.” He shook his head and looked down at his hands. Brendon’s cement heart broke in two and he knew Ryan wasn’t done by the tears that started falling. “She tried so hard Brendon, but she couldn’t win. When she died my father got lonely. My mom’s final wish was for us to be happy. She moved in two months after they started dating, which was a month after my mom’s death. They were married weeks later in a private ceremony, I wasn’t even there. I-I tried to be a good son, but I couldn’t get use to her. I missed my mom so much. It was too soon, way too soon. She just turned it into anger and took it out on me.”
“When my father found out, he demanded a divorce. She was furious. So as revenge she decided to file for custody of me; the reason why she was losing her love. To win over the judge, she claimed he beat her and me. She put me out there and said all the bruises on me were from my dad. I tried to tell them the truth, but even just thought my dad told me to say that. They believed her and he was sent to jail. The last thing he said to me was “I want you to be happy, whatever way that may be.” My step-mom got rid of everything that was my parents. She met a guy, got married and completely forgot about me. She had turned my bedroom into a room for the dog. I made the basement my room and tried to keep out of the way. But I was always in the way.” Ryan broke down completely, but he still went on with his story. “Not to long before I met you, we got a letter informing us that my father died in jail due to heart complication. I was lost. All I did was cry and they would hit me.”
“Ryan…”
“Then one day, I was sitting in class and I remembered what my parents wanted. They wanted me to be happy. The only way I was going to be happy was it I had someone who loved me and I loved them in return.”
Brendon got off the bed and made his way over to Ryan. He sat down on the bed and pulled Ryan towards him. “I love you Ryan. I haven’t said it to you, but I do. I love you with all my heart.”
Ryan pulled away from Brendon slowly. “I know you do. I love you too. I know my parents are proud of me, I finally found my happiness.”
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A/N: Yeah I took off, guilty as charged. Though, once school starts, they'll be more because I'll probably write to blow of stream when I'm stressed, which happens a lot in school. Anyways, so here I explained why Ryan has two step parents instead of one, kind of weird I know, but I wanted something different. Did I win or fail? I WILL answer the comments this time, I haven't in forever, but I do read them all. I promise. They mean a lot. Also, probably not a lot of angast after this for awhile. I want to have a few good fluffy chapters of the play because I enjoyed that, but the story needed to have something go wrong. Comment = much love.