Chapter 8
~Ryan's POV~
"Ryan, are you ok?" John asked banging on my bedroom door. I squinted my eyes and I glared at my door. My arm was resting on my lap, a razor blade in my hand.
"Ryan please answer me." John pleaded.
"I'm fine babe. I just need more time." I answered. I didn't hear a reply so I guessed John went back downstairs. I looked down at my arm. Two new cuts crossed over the two old ones. "X marks the spot." I shrugged. I snuck out of my room and into the bathroom. I grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and pressed it on my bleeding cuts. Once they stopped bleeding, I snuck back into my room and put my jacket back on and hid my razor. I made my way downstairs and found John sleeping on the couch in the living room. I smiled and walked over to him. "Hey babe." I said kissing his forehead. John groaned and stretched.
"Hey feeling better?" He asked. I sat down next to him and snuggled into his side.
"I think I'll live." John kissed the top of my head.
"I'm sorry for yelling. I know you hate yelling." I gave John a squeeze.
"You're forgiven."
"Jeff called me while you were up in your room." John said.
"What did he have to say?" I asked excitedly.
"Kris is going to be able to come home tomorrow." I smiled.
"That's great news! We should throw a party for her."
"Ryan, I think it would be best if she comes home and rests. We'll throw a party for her and Evan when they both are home and better." John suggested.
"OH! LET'S THROW THEM A WEDDING SHOWER!" I exclaimed, jumping off the couch.
"The things I get into." John sighed with a smirk.
"You love me." I smiled.
"Yeah I do."
