Chapter 7:

Chapter 7:

Dinner was pretty boring, as usual. My aunt Jenn and May talking about the good old days listening to records and playing kick the can, Tommy asking them all about it confused, me tring to explain it to him when they laughed at his questions, but Ryan was differant. He wasn't making fun of me or trying to throw his peas down my shirt one by one. He just sat there poking his fried chicken with his fork.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked kicking his leg lightly under the table.

His head snapped up quicklylike someone hade just put a gun to his back telling him to give them his money. I smiled once he made eye contact with me. His eyes seemed... cold I guess is how you would say it. He seemed like he was in deep though but, at the same time like he didn't have anything going through his mind at all.

He qickley looked back downand started poking his chicken again with out one word. Ok this is weird.

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The warm water felt good as it came down on to my face and I scrubbed my body with my favorite bath and body, Moonlight path. I grabbed a towel wrapping my hair up in it and putting my silky PJ's on. I stepped out of the bathroom shaking my hair with the towel. Ryan was lounging on his bed in the dark just laying there.

"Ryan?" I asked stopping in the bathroom doorway. It seemed like a scarry movie with the killer just waiting for you for his surprise attack. "Do you want the light on?"

I cold see his head move over to me but, I couldn't make out his eyes. "whatever you want." He said hashly. Wonder what he meant by that?

I slowly walked over to the light switch not taking my eyes off of him still having the scarry movie feel.

I flipped on the light squinting from how bright it was. When my eyes adjustedI looked at Ryan, who still hadn't taken his eyes off of me. Ok... this is a little awkward.

I stayed standing there, by the light switch, shaking my hair dry with my towel. Every time I happened to look up I caught Ryan still stairing at me with that cold look. Ok! What is his problem! "What is your problem?" I shouted repeating my question.

He kept the cold stair on me. "I can't beleive you're even asking." He finally looked away as if he couldn't stand to look at me any longer.

What? I thought about it for a minute but, nothing came to mind. "What happened?" I asked after a couple minutes of silence.

He got up and opened the door to the balcony stepping out there. I could see him shack his head at me as the faint light of the moon shown on him in the night.

"RYAN!" I yelled throwng my towel to the floor walking into the door way of the balcony.

"What!?!" He Turned around quickly.

"What is going on!?! Cause beleive me! I have no idea what you are talking about!" I felt a small chill from the sea breeze that was coming in through the door.

"You Mandy!!! You are my problem!" I felt a pain go strait through my heart. Nobody had yelled at me, except for my mom, sense my dad... it didn't matter. Nobody had yelled at me like this before. "You are so selfish! You use people for your own sick game! You don't think about them and how they fell, just as long as you feel good! Hell, who cares then!"

I opened my mouth ready to defend myself but, nothing came out. I didn't know what to say. It was all pretty much true,I guess, in a way.

"Mandy you led me on." He quieted his voice a little bit. "You know? I was right about you in the beginning." He walked toward me. leaving about a foot inbetween us. "You're a bitch who can only think about herself. Damn! you probable use your dad just to get what you want too." My face felt hot as I stiffened up hearing his cold words.

"Don't mention-"

"Don't mention anything to your aunt? Ok that's fine. I mean I know you have some anger issues and stuff. I mean. It's sad when you're own mom and dad have to send you away because of it."

"My dad-"

"I get it. your dad couldn't even stand you anymore. That's sad when your own parents stop loving you and you have to resort to your aunt."

"Don't talk about my da-"

" Are you telling me to shut up? Because I could keep going with this for ages. I would really hate to be your dad and have to put up the the god damn life of you!" I tightened my fists as he rambled on

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed throwing a punch at him in the mouth. His mouth started to bleed but I couldn't watch. I turned and ran out the door running as far as I could. I couldn't be around him I had to get away.

The farther I ran the lessI could hear ryan yelling at me off of the balcony and my Aunt and Mayyelling at him to calm down. The only sound I could hear was the ocean spashing up to the surface and my feet kicking it as I ran along the edge of it. My rage built up insideas my pace slowed down. My throught became tight from holding back tears and my vision bacame blurred. I collapsed to my knees in the wet sand as salt water came up around my legs and I prayed the small waves would carry me awayso I could be with my dad.