Ryan's POV

I had asked Mike to drive me back to my apartment so I could get clothes. I didn't have anything but my work clothes there. He grabbed some of my stuff and put it in a bag for me. Ricky had decided to wait in the car and listen to music.

Mike brought my stuff outside while I fed my cat. "Basil? Here kitty, kitty."

She came running out from wherever she was hiding, immediately beginning to eat. I pet her for a few, before filling up her water bowl. I walk through the front door and pulled my shoes back on. I headed outside, locking the door behind me.

I walked to the car, and got in the backseat. Ricky was singing along to some ridiculous pop song and Mike was recording him. I giggled, hiding my face when he turned the camera on me. "Hey!"

He reached forward and tickled me, causing me to uncover my face.

He kept recording as I laughed and cried for him to stop. "I'm gonna pee!"

After a few more minutes, he stopped. I was breathing heavy, laughing a little. Ricky reached back and poked me.

I stuck my tongue out.

"Daddy's gonna take us to Friday's for dinner!" Ricky told me.

I smiled. "Yay!"

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We walked into the restaurant, immediately being taken to a booth. Ricky and I sat down, Mike sitting across from us. 

A man came over, giving us menus, and saying he'll be back in a little while. 

Mike took Ricky's menu, causing him to frown and whine a little. "Hey!"

"I'm going to find the kids options for you, baby boy. Don't yell."

"Fine." He muttered.

"You can get chicken tenders, sliders, mac and cheese, or grilled cheese." He told Ricky.

"Umm...Mac and cheese, please, daddy!"

"Okay. Ryan? Do you know what you want?"

"I'm still lookin'" I told him. 

He nodded. The man came back over, holding a note pad. "Can I start you guys off with something to drink?"

"He'll have a lemonade, I'll have an iced coffee." Mike told the man.

"And I'll have a diet Dr. Pepper." I said. 

"Alright! I'll be right back with those."

"I think I want the causer salad." I said. 

"Okay. Would you like me to order for you, or are you able to do it yourself?"

"U-Um, you, please." 

"Of course." He said, reaching over and ruffling my hair. 

I smiled, pulling my phone out. I started playing a game called Word Cookies. 

"Daddy? Can I has your phone? Pretty please? Mine's is dead." Ricky begged. 

He nodded, handing Ricky his phone. 

"Yay! Thanks, Dada!"

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Chris's POV

My eyes shot open and I nearly screamed when I felt hands on me.

"Chris, calm down. It's just me." I heard.

I moved away, wanting his hands off of me. I took a few quick breaths. "W-what happened?"

"You were having a nightmare." He said. "Do you get those often?"

I shook my head. "No. Only when he gets like this."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"Tell me what it was about."

I bit my lip. "Th-the room."

"What room?"

"The dark one."

He seemed to be thinking about something. "Well you're not going back in there. There's nothing to worry about."

"But what if he puts me back?"

"He won't, Chris. He knows that messed you up far worse than he wanted it to."

"But what if he does?" I asked. "He wants to hurt me."

"The chances of him putting you back in that room are very thin."

I frowned. "Take me home."

"No."

"Please. I want to go home."

"It's 4:30 in the morning, Chris. I'm not letting you go home." He told me.

"I can't go out during the day!" I yelled. "It's too bright! You know that!"

"It's supposed to rain tomorrow. You'll be fine."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do. You're an asshole. I don't want you near me." I told him.

He rolled his eyes.

"I want to go home." I demanded. "I want to be alone."

"You know damn well you won't be alone."

"Yes I will."

"Chris..." He spoke, his voice low.

"What?"

"Get the fuck out." He said. "I'm not listening to your shit. Don't come crying to me when you get hurt."

He grabbed me by the back of my shirt, dragging me to the door. He opened it, shoving me outside. He turned around, slamming the door shut.

Oops.

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I walked through my front door, dropping my keys on the table by my side. I walked into my kitchen, sitting at the table.

I want to see Ryan, but I'm scared to go near him. I like him, though. He makes me happy. He seemed like he genuinely cared about me, and I longed for that feeling. I haven't felt such a feeling since my mother was still alive, and right now, it's all I want.

I picked up my phone, searching my contacts for Mike's name. I clicked call and put the phone to my ear.

It rang a few times before he answered. "You better have a damn good reason for calling me at this hour."

"Am I allowed to see Ryan?" I asked.

"I don't care what you do."

"But it seemed like you were protecting him and I didn't think you'd let me near him." I said.

"Chris, I don't give a shit. Yes, I care for him, but you're a free person. If you want to see Ryan, that's your choice."

"Not necessarily."

He sighed. "If you want to see Ryan, he'll be at work tomorrow. No one's stopping you, but if you hurt him, I'll hurt you."

"I'm not going to hurt him. I just want to talk to him. He makes me feel happy."

"Okay. Then talk to him tomorrow. I'm hanging up now. I want to go back to sleep." He said.

"Wait!"

"What?" He groaned.

"Nothing." I mumbled.

"No. What were you going to say?"

"I wanted to ask if I could come to your house. You're nicer than Angelo. He's being mean. And I really don't want to be alone right now."

I heard him move around. "Yeah, fine. You'll have to be quiet though."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Mhm." He said, hanging up.

I got back up, going and getting my keys. I left the house, getting in my car, and leaving to go to Mike's.

At least he was being nice.

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~xxRy