Ryan's POV

"Hey, has anyone seen Spyder?" I asked, coming down from the harness and disconnecting from the robot, noticing we just had a entire training session without him.

"I haven't."

"Neither have I." Mark added onto Harris' statement, which made my heart race a bit with Harper out there and his not subtle nature for him.

Veracity noticed my fear, however, and reached over to touch my shoulder.

"Ryan, it isn't likely that Harper has him. After all, it is Spyder. He probably just got grounded or something."

I was about to agree with her when Harris called us over to where he was looking at the security camera feed, and as soon as I looked at the screen, I saw why he was so concerned.

Spyder was sleeping on the couch in the break room, and even though the footage was kind of grainy, there was at least a black eye on his face, if not more.

I made eye contact with Mark, and both of us went down to the break room while Veracity and Harris went to the med wing in case it was worse then a black eye.

Mark gently laid his hand on Spyder's shoulder to turn him on his back when Spyder shot awake and smacked Mark off of him while flailing his body around.

"Hey, hey, Spyder!" I yelled as Mark grabbed his wrists gently to keep him from hurting himself. "It's okay, man. Just us."

Spyder stopped, looking at me and Mark with a terrified look on his face, before he stopped struggling and relaxed against the couch, muttering a apology to my brother.

"We just wanted to know if you had any other injuries besides your eye."

"I think I'm fine." Spyder insisted, looking down at his hands, and I knew he was hiding something, and it was cause Mark was in the room.

"Hey, Mark. Go get some ice for Spyder's eye." I told him, motioning toward the elevator, which Mark got the hint, sinking before going inside and going up, and then I turned back to Spyder. "Who has custody over you right now?"

"My dad." He sighed, putting his head against the back of the couch. "Until the divorce is finalized, my mom gets me on the weekends and my dad on the weekdays. My mom is trying to get full custody of me, but she can't get physical proof about the domestic abuse."

"So your dad hurt you?"

"When my four year old cousin and her dad came over yesterday. She knocked over a glass vase that was his great grandmother's and it shattered, and he was already in a bad mood because of work issues and the divorce, so he grabbed my wrist, drug me to my room and screamed at me, saying how I was a accident, how he wished my mom got a abortion cause I was messed up, all this stuff. I tried to apologize and he punched me above my eye, knocking my arm into the bed frame, before leaving and locking the door from the outside. After banging on it for about two hours, I grabbed my pocket knife and cut through the window screen, climbed out, and biked here. I ditched school to get some sleep, and I'm gonna head home after I eat something."

I sighed, taking in everything and I asked a question about something I had only asked one other time.

"Are you still taking your meds?"

"Kinda." Spyder shrugged, taking off his hat to fix his hair, which made me groan.

"Dude, you need those. Otherwise you'll be a anxious mess."

" I know!" He yelled, making me jump back a bit before he sighed, looking down with regret evident in his eyes. "Sorry, Ryan. I just left my meds at my dad's house and I'm not exactly in the mood to deal with him."

I stood up, reaching my hand out to Spyder, which he took gratefully and I wrapped my arm around him, leading him to the elevator.

"Let's get some lunch and some ice for your eye."

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The End