He Loved Her, Always Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

A/N: Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews! I know Ryder is being kind of an jerk, but that's how I wanted his character to go since his character will change as the story progresses. He's actually based off one of my favorite characters of all time. So for now, please keep reading and reviewing and I will keep writing! Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Phone Calls and Nightmares

The next morning Marley woke up feeling refreshed and well-rested. She was ready to put her past behind her and move on with her new life and her new job. She brushed her teeth and walked over to Liam's room. She opened the door and smiled to see Liam was awake. He was sitting up in his bed playing with his toys.

"Good morning Liam," Marley greeted him.

"Good morning Miss..Miss...uh.." Liam struggled to address Marley.

"Marley!" she told him.

"Oh. That's a nice name. My mommy has a nice name too. Her name is Eliz..liz..eliza...lizabeth!" he said.

"Wow. That is a beautiful name! Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Mhmm," Liam nodded.

"Ok, well lets get you ready and then we can have some breakfast!" Marley helped Liam brush his teeth and then walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Liam sat on the table playing with a toy car in the breakfast nook while Marley made pancakes in the kitchen.

Ryder woke up to the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. At first he liked it. It reminded him of life before it became so lonely. Then he recalled the events of the previous night and he was already off to a bad mood.

He made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He found a surprisingly cheerful Liam very happily eating what looked like blueberry pancakes.

"Good morning," Marley said with a bit of hesitation, still shaken a bit from the night before.

"Morning," he responded flatly.

Ryder thought to himself. As much as he hated it, she was right. He was Liam's only family now and maybe it was time he started to be a bit more friendly...just for Liam, and Lizzie. He didn't want his sister to look down on him regretting her decision to leave her son with him.

"I see you're eating Liam. That's good," said Ryder, trying to keep his tone as friendly as he could.

"Mhm! Miss Marley makes some very yummy pancakes! You should eat some too Uncle Ryder!" Liam said with a full mouth.

Marley looked at Ryder awkwardly
for a bit before bringing a plate of pancakes to Ryder.

"No thanks," Ryder said without looking up.

"Please Ryder. I know you used to love blueberries. That's why I made these," Marley pleaded.

"Please Uncle Ryder! They're very yummy!" said Liam trying to get his uncle to eat.

Ryder began to eat the delicious pancakes without arguing anymore. Marley felt content with how the boys were devouring their pancakes. Her mother was an excellent cook and taught Marley everything she knew.

"Miss Marley! Why don't you eat too with us!" said Liam insisting for her to join them.

"Oh no sweetie, I'll have breakfast afterwards," said Marley not wanting to impose.

"Sit down and eat. Your not a maid," said Ryder.

Marley's heart stopped for a millisecond. What was with Ryder? One second he was hot and next he was cold...Whatever it was Marley was going to figure it out. She was going to peel Ryder Lynn back one layer at a time.

She sat down next to Liam across from Ryder. She enjoyed her pancakes and cleaned up when she was finished.

-
"Liam! Come on! It's bath time!" Marley called out after Liam.

"No! I don't wanna!" Liam yelled as he ran around the house.

"Liam! Stop running now!" yelled Marley chasing after Liam.

Ryder walked out of his study to see what all the noise was about.

"What is going on!" he called out into the hallway.

Just as he stood outside the door, his body fell on the ground with a thud. Marley's body crashed into his and his body had broken her fall. Stands of soft, long hair aimlessly caressed the sides of his face as their eyes locked in a deep gaze.

Her eyes were just as beautiful and deep as he remembered. It was hard to forget. He saw them every night. There wasn't a night were he didn't think about her. Her breath hitched with nerves from being so close to him. She was completely on top of him and her face was within an inch of his. The feeling was familiar for her. It was the same feeling she used to get ten years ago when she was near Ryder. The feeling of safety and warmth. Even though he was cold, part of him still exuded that same warmth.

Lost in the moment, both of them forgot everything. That was until Liam reminded them.

"What are you doing?" he asked innocently.

Marley quickly got up, embarrassed. Her face turned pink. She avoided looking at Ryder.

"Come on Liam," she said while pulling Liam along to his room for his bath.

Ryder stood there confused. All those old feelings, revisited. A part of him liked it, but the other part of him knew it was bad news. If there's anything that life had taught him, it's to never become close to people; they always leave.

"Vrooom! Vrooooom!" Liam was making noises with his toy boat in the bathtub while Marley scrubbed the little boy down. He had beautiful brown eyes, much like his uncles. His hair too resembled Ryder's.

He looked up at Marley with his big brown eyes.

"Does Uncle Ryder hate me?" he questioned.

"What? Of course not! What makes you think that?" Marley replied.

"Sometimes he yells and he's mean. He's not nice like you Miss Marley. I think he doesn't want me to live with him," he said frowning.

Ryder was listening to the conversation from the bathroom door.

"Your uncle loves you very much. That's why he let me stay here, so I could take care of you and make sure you grow up to be a healthy and good boy. I know he can be a meanie sometimes but it doesn't mean he doesn't care Liam," said Marley while rinsing him.

Ryder felt horrible. His own nephew thought that he hated him. Sure he wasn't the friendliest or most fun-loving uncle, but it didn't mean that he didn't care.

-
The day passed by with Ryder spending most if his time in his study and Marley spending her time with Liam. She was amazing with him. She loved children, but she never had her own...for...reasons.

Marley used her mothers old recipe for lasagna for dinner. She loved to cook, so she didn't mind making dinner. It reminded her of mother. The three sat down at the dining table and ate. She helped Liam so he wouldn't make a mess.

"Ryder, do you like it?" asked Marley.

"It's good," he said.

"Thanks. It was my mom's recipe. It was one of the last meals she made before-b-before she-um, before she passed away..." Marley tried to hold back her tears.

Her mother died? Ryder was shocked. He never even knew...

"I'm sorry to hear that..." said Ryder apologetically. If anyone knew what losing a loved one felt like, it was him.

They continued with dinner and afterwards Marley placed Liam on the counter while she cleaned up.

"You don't have to clean up, you can call in the maid," said Ryder.

"No, I don't mind. I like working. It keeps my mind off...things," Marley told him.

Ryder just nodded and walked upstairs. What did she mean? What kind of things did she not want to think about?

-
"I said to stop calling me," Marley whispered into her cell phone.

"Just please, leave me alone," she said while crying though the phone.

Ryder was listening and watching from the staircase. He tried to decipher who was on the other end. It was obviously someone Marley didn't want to talk to, but they seemed to be harassing her...She put the phone down and was still crying quietly.

"Who was that?" asked Ryder.

Market was caught off guard. She didn't know that she wasn't alone.

"Oh-um-no one," she lied.

"Don't lie. Is someone bothering you?"

"Oh, no. Just annoying salespeople. That's all," she responded, hoping he would buy the excuse.

"Ok, then why are you crying?" he challenged.

"Why do you care anyways? Last night you didn't even want to see my face. I was begging you for this damn job and you didn't even give a care about the fact that I was on the streets!" she yelled at him while more tears spilled from her eyes.

"Forget it. You're not worth it. You never were," he stately coldly before walking back upstairs.

"Uncle Ryder! Uncle Ryder! Wake up! Miss Marley-she-she-" yelled Liam trying to wake Ryder up.

"Liam! What is it! It's three in the morning!" groaned Ryder getting out of bed. He heard shrieking and screaming coming from down the hall. Liam grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.

He opened the door to Marley's room and ran over to Marley immediately. She was having a nightmare, an intense one. She was shaking and kicking and squirming. Shrieks of terror were leaving her mouth.

"Marley! Marley! Wake up!" he said while trying to wake her up.

"No! Ahh! Stop! Stop it! Don't touch me! Leave me alone! No! No!" Marley's screams were coupled with pleas of desperation.

"Marley! Marley, it's me Ryder! Wake up," he said trying to shake her from her sleep.

She woke up crying from the horrible nightmare. She was sitting up and Ryder handed her a glass of water, which she drank furiously.

He was cupping her face now, trying to calm her down.

"He's gonna find me. He's gonna come find me. He's gonna take me back...he's gonna find me..."she said shaking as she leaned into Ryder. His arms were wrapped around her now and he was rocking her back and forth gently at an attempt to calm her down.

"Shhh...it's okay. Your safe here. No one is going to hurt you," he tried to comfort her. They stayed that way for a while. Her nightgown exposed a bit of her lower neck and Ryder thought he saw something. He pushed her hair away and saw what Marley had been hiding with her long hair. A bruise the size of a tennis ball was exposed. Had she been hit? There was no way it was an accident. Ryder could tell from the sight it was intentional...were there more? Did this have anything to do with the weird phone call? He had to find out.

"Marley...I..." he tried to ask, but he realized that she had already drifted off to sleep.

He decided he would ask her tomorrow. He laid her down gently and covered her with the blanket.

"Liam, come on. Go back to bed now," he told the little boy, who looked rather frightened.

"Uncle Ryder? Can I sleep with you? I'm scared..." Liam asked, using his big brown eyes to convince his uncle.

"Fine. Let's go," Ryder gave in.

The next morning, after Marley woke up, she walked to to Liam's room. She opened the door, but was surprised to see the bed empty.

"Liam! Liam!" Marley called out looking for him. She was checking all the rooms now and there was no repsonse. She was worried. What if something happened to him?

She pushed Ryder's bedroom door open with out a second thought in her rush to find Liam, so it didn't occur to her to knock.

Ryder stood naked with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Tiny beads of water were covering his exposed skin. He saw her blush. She always was shy when it came to these situations, he thought. A small smirk played on his mouth as he saw her avoid eye contact.

"I-uh-I-Liam..." she tried to explain while still avoiding looking at him.

"Liam slept with me last night," Ryder told her.

"Oh..okay. I-I...sorry..um..."she said fumbling over her words as she left.

Ryder quickly put on his work clothes before rushing after Marley. He caught her in the hallway.

"Marley, I wanted to talk to you about last night," Ryder called out.

"Last night? What about it?" she asked.

"You were having a nightmare. It was intense. You kept saying that someone was coming to find you...did that have to do with the phone call?" he asked concerned.

It all came back to her now. The nightmare. "No. I mean...sometimes it just happens because of my mom. I'll have nightmares here and again about her..." she lied.

"It didn't sound like it was about your mom. And that that bruise on your neck also doesn't look like it has to do with your mom...and neither did that phone call," he argued.

Marley stood their shocked...he couldn't find out..

"Don't lie to me Marley. If you tell me the truth, I could help you. If someone is bothering you, we can tell the police..." he said.

"I don't need any help," she said.

"Stubborn as always. You work for me now, and you're taking care of my nephew. If my nephew is harmed in any way because of your personal issues, I will forget every last bit of humanity I have left in me, do you understand?" he replied coldly.

She nodded in understanding.

Ryder turned back around to walk to his room, when he ubruptly stopped and turned around once again.

He stared her straight in the eyes.

"Oh, and one more thing. I received a strange phone call this morning on the house line. I guess Jake wanted to finish up your little conversation up from last night.

Marley's heart stopped.

Chapter 2:

"Good morning Liam," Marley greeted him.

"Good morning Miss..Miss...uh.." Liam struggled to address Marley.

"Marley!" she told him.

"Oh. That's a nice name. My mommy has a nice name too. Her name is Eliz..liz..eliza...lizabeth!" he said.

"Wow. That is a beautiful name! Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Mhmm," Liam nodded.

"Ok, well lets get you ready and then we can have some breakfast!" Marley helped Liam brush his teeth and then walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Liam sat on the table playing with a toy car in the breakfast nook while Marley made pancakes in the kitchen.

He made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He found a surprisingly cheerful Liam very happily eating what looked like blueberry pancakes.

"Good morning," Marley said with a bit of hesitation, still shaken a bit from the night before.

"Morning," he responded flatly.

"I see you're eating Liam. That's good," said Ryder, trying to keep his tone as friendly as he could.

"Mhm! Miss Marley makes some very yummy pancakes! You should eat some too Uncle Ryder!" Liam said with a full mouth.

Marley looked at Ryder awkwardly
for a bit before bringing a plate of pancakes to Ryder.

"No thanks," Ryder said without looking up.

"Please Ryder. I know you used to love blueberries. That's why I made these," Marley pleaded.

"Please Uncle Ryder! They're very yummy!" said Liam trying to get his uncle to eat.

"Miss Marley! Why don't you eat too with us!" said Liam insisting for her to join them.

"Oh no sweetie, I'll have breakfast afterwards," said Marley not wanting to impose.

"Sit down and eat. Your not a maid," said Ryder.

She sat down next to Liam across from Ryder. She enjoyed her pancakes and cleaned up when she was finished.

-
"Liam! Come on! It's bath time!" Marley called out after Liam.

"No! I don't wanna!" Liam yelled as he ran around the house.

"Liam! Stop running now!" yelled Marley chasing after Liam.

Ryder walked out of his study to see what all the noise was about.

"What is going on!" he called out into the hallway.

Lost in the moment, both of them forgot everything. That was until Liam reminded them.

"What are you doing?" he asked innocently.

Marley quickly got up, embarrassed. Her face turned pink. She avoided looking at Ryder.

"Come on Liam," she said while pulling Liam along to his room for his bath.

He looked up at Marley with his big brown eyes.

"Does Uncle Ryder hate me?" he questioned.

"What? Of course not! What makes you think that?" Marley replied.

"Sometimes he yells and he's mean. He's not nice like you Miss Marley. I think he doesn't want me to live with him," he said frowning.

Ryder was listening to the conversation from the bathroom door.

Ryder felt horrible. His own nephew thought that he hated him. Sure he wasn't the friendliest or most fun-loving uncle, but it didn't mean that he didn't care.

-
The day passed by with Ryder spending most if his time in his study and Marley spending her time with Liam. She was amazing with him. She loved children, but she never had her own...for...reasons.

"Ryder, do you like it?" asked Marley.

"It's good," he said.

"Thanks. It was my mom's recipe. It was one of the last meals she made before-b-before she-um, before she passed away..." Marley tried to hold back her tears.

Her mother died? Ryder was shocked. He never even knew...

"I'm sorry to hear that..." said Ryder apologetically. If anyone knew what losing a loved one felt like, it was him.

They continued with dinner and afterwards Marley placed Liam on the counter while she cleaned up.

"You don't have to clean up, you can call in the maid," said Ryder.

"No, I don't mind. I like working. It keeps my mind off...things," Marley told him.

Ryder just nodded and walked upstairs. What did she mean? What kind of things did she not want to think about?

-
"I said to stop calling me," Marley whispered into her cell phone.

"Just please, leave me alone," she said while crying though the phone.

"Who was that?" asked Ryder.

Market was caught off guard. She didn't know that she wasn't alone.

"Oh-um-no one," she lied.

"Don't lie. Is someone bothering you?"

"Oh, no. Just annoying salespeople. That's all," she responded, hoping he would buy the excuse.

"Ok, then why are you crying?" he challenged.

"Forget it. You're not worth it. You never were," he stately coldly before walking back upstairs.

"Uncle Ryder! Uncle Ryder! Wake up! Miss Marley-she-she-" yelled Liam trying to wake Ryder up.

"Liam! What is it! It's three in the morning!" groaned Ryder getting out of bed. He heard shrieking and screaming coming from down the hall. Liam grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.

"Marley! Marley! Wake up!" he said while trying to wake her up.

"No! Ahh! Stop! Stop it! Don't touch me! Leave me alone! No! No!" Marley's screams were coupled with pleas of desperation.

"Marley! Marley, it's me Ryder! Wake up," he said trying to shake her from her sleep.

She woke up crying from the horrible nightmare. She was sitting up and Ryder handed her a glass of water, which she drank furiously.

He was cupping her face now, trying to calm her down.

"Marley...I..." he tried to ask, but he realized that she had already drifted off to sleep.

He decided he would ask her tomorrow. He laid her down gently and covered her with the blanket.

"Liam, come on. Go back to bed now," he told the little boy, who looked rather frightened.

"Uncle Ryder? Can I sleep with you? I'm scared..." Liam asked, using his big brown eyes to convince his uncle.

"Fine. Let's go," Ryder gave in.

The next morning, after Marley woke up, she walked to to Liam's room. She opened the door, but was surprised to see the bed empty.

"Liam! Liam!" Marley called out looking for him. She was checking all the rooms now and there was no repsonse. She was worried. What if something happened to him?

She pushed Ryder's bedroom door open with out a second thought in her rush to find Liam, so it didn't occur to her to knock.

"I-uh-I-Liam..." she tried to explain while still avoiding looking at him.

"Liam slept with me last night," Ryder told her.

"Oh..okay. I-I...sorry..um..."she said fumbling over her words as she left.

Ryder quickly put on his work clothes before rushing after Marley. He caught her in the hallway.

"Marley, I wanted to talk to you about last night," Ryder called out.

"Last night? What about it?" she asked.

"You were having a nightmare. It was intense. You kept saying that someone was coming to find you...did that have to do with the phone call?" he asked concerned.

It all came back to her now. The nightmare. "No. I mean...sometimes it just happens because of my mom. I'll have nightmares here and again about her..." she lied.

"It didn't sound like it was about your mom. And that that bruise on your neck also doesn't look like it has to do with your mom...and neither did that phone call," he argued.

Marley stood their shocked...he couldn't find out..

"Don't lie to me Marley. If you tell me the truth, I could help you. If someone is bothering you, we can tell the police..." he said.

"I don't need any help," she said.

She nodded in understanding.

Ryder turned back around to walk to his room, when he ubruptly stopped and turned around once again.

He stared her straight in the eyes.

"Oh, and one more thing. I received a strange phone call this morning on the house line. I guess Jake wanted to finish up your little conversation up from last night.

Marley's heart stopped.

Chapter 2:

"Good morning Liam," Marley greeted him.

"Good morning Miss..Miss...uh.." Liam struggled to address Marley.

"Marley!" she told him.

"Oh. That's a nice name. My mommy has a nice name too. Her name is Eliz..liz..eliza...lizabeth!" he said.

"Wow. That is a beautiful name! Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Mhmm," Liam nodded.

"Ok, well lets get you ready and then we can have some breakfast!" Marley helped Liam brush his teeth and then walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Liam sat on the table playing with a toy car in the breakfast nook while Marley made pancakes in the kitchen.

He made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He found a surprisingly cheerful Liam very happily eating what looked like blueberry pancakes.

"Good morning," Marley said with a bit of hesitation, still shaken a bit from the night before.

"Morning," he responded flatly.

"I see you're eating Liam. That's good," said Ryder, trying to keep his tone as friendly as he could.

"Mhm! Miss Marley makes some very yummy pancakes! You should eat some too Uncle Ryder!" Liam said with a full mouth.

Marley looked at Ryder awkwardly
for a bit before bringing a plate of pancakes to Ryder.

"No thanks," Ryder said without looking up.

"Please Ryder. I know you used to love blueberries. That's why I made these," Marley pleaded.

"Please Uncle Ryder! They're very yummy!" said Liam trying to get his uncle to eat.

"Miss Marley! Why don't you eat too with us!" said Liam insisting for her to join them.

"Oh no sweetie, I'll have breakfast afterwards," said Marley not wanting to impose.

"Sit down and eat. Your not a maid," said Ryder.

She sat down next to Liam across from Ryder. She enjoyed her pancakes and cleaned up when she was finished.

-
"Liam! Come on! It's bath time!" Marley called out after Liam.

"No! I don't wanna!" Liam yelled as he ran around the house.

"Liam! Stop running now!" yelled Marley chasing after Liam.

Ryder walked out of his study to see what all the noise was about.

"What is going on!" he called out into the hallway.

Lost in the moment, both of them forgot everything. That was until Liam reminded them.

"What are you doing?" he asked innocently.

Marley quickly got up, embarrassed. Her face turned pink. She avoided looking at Ryder.

"Come on Liam," she said while pulling Liam along to his room for his bath.

He looked up at Marley with his big brown eyes.

"Does Uncle Ryder hate me?" he questioned.

"What? Of course not! What makes you think that?" Marley replied.

"Sometimes he yells and he's mean. He's not nice like you Miss Marley. I think he doesn't want me to live with him," he said frowning.

Ryder was listening to the conversation from the bathroom door.

Ryder felt horrible. His own nephew thought that he hated him. Sure he wasn't the friendliest or most fun-loving uncle, but it didn't mean that he didn't care.

-
The day passed by with Ryder spending most if his time in his study and Marley spending her time with Liam. She was amazing with him. She loved children, but she never had her own...for...reasons.

"Ryder, do you like it?" asked Marley.

"It's good," he said.

"Thanks. It was my mom's recipe. It was one of the last meals she made before-b-before she-um, before she passed away..." Marley tried to hold back her tears.

Her mother died? Ryder was shocked. He never even knew...

"I'm sorry to hear that..." said Ryder apologetically. If anyone knew what losing a loved one felt like, it was him.

They continued with dinner and afterwards Marley placed Liam on the counter while she cleaned up.

"You don't have to clean up, you can call in the maid," said Ryder.

"No, I don't mind. I like working. It keeps my mind off...things," Marley told him.

Ryder just nodded and walked upstairs. What did she mean? What kind of things did she not want to think about?

-
"I said to stop calling me," Marley whispered into her cell phone.

"Just please, leave me alone," she said while crying though the phone.

"Who was that?" asked Ryder.

Market was caught off guard. She didn't know that she wasn't alone.

"Oh-um-no one," she lied.

"Don't lie. Is someone bothering you?"

"Oh, no. Just annoying salespeople. That's all," she responded, hoping he would buy the excuse.

"Ok, then why are you crying?" he challenged.

"Forget it. You're not worth it. You never were," he stately coldly before walking back upstairs.

"Uncle Ryder! Uncle Ryder! Wake up! Miss Marley-she-she-" yelled Liam trying to wake Ryder up.

"Liam! What is it! It's three in the morning!" groaned Ryder getting out of bed. He heard shrieking and screaming coming from down the hall. Liam grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.

"Marley! Marley! Wake up!" he said while trying to wake her up.

"No! Ahh! Stop! Stop it! Don't touch me! Leave me alone! No! No!" Marley's screams were coupled with pleas of desperation.

"Marley! Marley, it's me Ryder! Wake up," he said trying to shake her from her sleep.

She woke up crying from the horrible nightmare. She was sitting up and Ryder handed her a glass of water, which she drank furiously.

He was cupping her face now, trying to calm her down.

"Marley...I..." he tried to ask, but he realized that she had already drifted off to sleep.

He decided he would ask her tomorrow. He laid her down gently and covered her with the blanket.

"Liam, come on. Go back to bed now," he told the little boy, who looked rather frightened.

"Uncle Ryder? Can I sleep with you? I'm scared..." Liam asked, using his big brown eyes to convince his uncle.

"Fine. Let's go," Ryder gave in.

The next morning, after Marley woke up, she walked to to Liam's room. She opened the door, but was surprised to see the bed empty.

"Liam! Liam!" Marley called out looking for him. She was checking all the rooms now and there was no repsonse. She was worried. What if something happened to him?

She pushed Ryder's bedroom door open with out a second thought in her rush to find Liam, so it didn't occur to her to knock.

"I-uh-I-Liam..." she tried to explain while still avoiding looking at him.

"Liam slept with me last night," Ryder told her.

"Oh..okay. I-I...sorry..um..."she said fumbling over her words as she left.

Ryder quickly put on his work clothes before rushing after Marley. He caught her in the hallway.

"Marley, I wanted to talk to you about last night," Ryder called out.

"Last night? What about it?" she asked.

"You were having a nightmare. It was intense. You kept saying that someone was coming to find you...did that have to do with the phone call?" he asked concerned.

It all came back to her now. The nightmare. "No. I mean...sometimes it just happens because of my mom. I'll have nightmares here and again about her..." she lied.

"It didn't sound like it was about your mom. And that that bruise on your neck also doesn't look like it has to do with your mom...and neither did that phone call," he argued.

Marley stood their shocked...he couldn't find out..

"Don't lie to me Marley. If you tell me the truth, I could help you. If someone is bothering you, we can tell the police..." he said.

"I don't need any help," she said.

She nodded in understanding.

Ryder turned back around to walk to his room, when he ubruptly stopped and turned around once again.

He stared her straight in the eyes.

"Oh, and one more thing. I received a strange phone call this morning on the house line. I guess Jake wanted to finish up your little conversation up from last night.

Marley's heart stopped.

A/N: Thanks you readers again for all the follows, favorites, and reviews! Please continued to do so as it encourages me to write and update faster and more often!