Chapter 6: You want the truth?
"I went to my doctor's appointment yesterday and she said I'm due June ninth." I said to Ryan.
He nodded. "Cool, spring baby. There's nothing like it."
"You got that right." Melanie came over and joined us for breakfast. It was a Saturday morning.
And Melanie spent the night over my house the night before.
"So," Ryan began as he sat back. He glanced at Melanie and then looked to me. "Tell me about your new boyfriend."
Melanie giggled and I glared at her. "I'm not with him. He's my friend and he's fun to hang out with." I said to Ryan.
"Yeah, yet they kissed." Melanie blurted out.
She shrugged and took a swig of her orange juice. "What? Ryan deserves to know. He is your guardian."
"How about we invite him over." Ryan said. It wasn't a question.
"He's my friend and he doesn't like big crowds. So…that's a bad idea."
"How is it a big crowd if it's going to be the three of us and him? It'll be fine. Just invite him over for dinner tonight."
"And if he says no?" I asked.
Ryan narrowed his eyes. "Well as long as he has nothing to hide, he shouldn't say no." He got up and went to put his dishes in the sink.
I glared at Melanie.
She shrugged innocently. "Well, might as well bring him to meet Ryan since he seems to be so interested."
I sighed. "He's going to say no."
"What because you know him so well?"
I was becoming irritated with Melanie.
I got up and went to go get my phone that was upstairs. I dialed Damon's number which I received from him a couple days ago.
I waited, feeling butterflies in my stomach.
"What?" He answered the phone.
I rolled my eyes. "You sound so rude when you answer the phone."
"Shut up. Look, my brother wants to meet you." I said.
The other line was silent. I don't know how many seconds passed by.
"Why?" He finally asked.
"I don't know. Melanie put it in his head that me and you are dating so…Ryan wants you to come over for dinner now. You don't have to agree. I'll just tell him that you're busy." I said.
"No. No. I'll be there."
My heart jumped excitedly.
"What time am I coming?' He asked.
"Um…maybe eight?" It was a question.
"Cool." He hung up and I hung up too and sighed. How will Ryan feel about Damon's careless attitude? Or about Damon in general? The feeling made my stomach hurt.
I felt…nauseous actually. I got up and ran to the bathroom….
Melanie was setting plates and silverware around the table. And I was setting cups around the table.
I'm so nervous. I glanced at the clock and it was eight thirteen.
A loud knock appeared on the door and it made me jump.
"Nervous?" Melanie asked.
"Want me to answer the door?"
I shook my head. "No…I got it." I walked away from the table and walked down the tiny four stairs to get to the hallway and then the living room. I went up to the window to peek out and I saw Damon standing there with his hands in his pockets looking, calm, cool, and collected. Opposite of me.
I exhaled and looked down at my outfit to make sure I looked okay. Tight jeans, a black shirt that hung off my shoulders and my hair was down.
I unlocked the door and opened it.
Damon's dark brown eyes met mine and he stepped in.
"Hi." I said.
He nodded his head and walked into the room. Then he turned to me. "Nice house."
"Thanks. My brother and Melanie are setting the table. We can stay in here until they're done." I said.
Damon nodded and shrugged as he sat on the arm of the burgundy couch.
"Thank you for coming here. I had a feeling you weren't gonna show."
"Didn't think you wanted to."
"I figured that I might as well meet your brother. The fact that he wants to meet me because you're hanging out with me is kinda good…actually."
"Yeah, but Melanie still shouldn't have told him. And plus she told him that we kissed." I said.
Damon raised his eyebrow. "You told her?"
"I tell Mel everything. Why? You wanted me to keep it a secret?"
"No. I just didn't think it really mattered. It's just one of those things we can forget about. I was kind of drunk anyway." He ran his fingers through his hair.
My heart sunk at the words and I nodded. "Right." I said.
"Okay, table is set." Melanie walked into the living room and smiled at Damon. "Hey, Damon."
He smiled. "Hi, Mel." He breathed.
She blushed and gave a smile. Melanie blushing? Never see that. He's mine, Mel. I tell her with my eyes.
She gets the memo and grabbed him and pulled him through the hall and he actually let her.
I rolled my eyes and follow behind them.
Ryan turns just as the three of us enter into the kitchen.
He stands tall staring at Damon. He walks slowly over to him and holds out his hand.
Damon shakes it.
Ryan clears his throat, all business. "If you hurt my sister, I'll kill you, ya got that?" He asked.
Damon didn't look intimidated by Ryan's glare. "I won't hurt Rylie. She's my friend and I like her." He said.
Melanie looked shocked. Did he just admit to my brother that he likes me?
Ryan nodded and smiled slightly. "Like her like her?" Ryan asked.
Damon didn't leave Ryan's eyes as he said, "Yes."
My eyes widened. So why did he want to pretend that the kiss never happened?
Ryan nodded and then turned and glanced at me. "I like this guy." He said nodding as he went to get the pot of noodles and put some on everyone's plates.
We all sat as Ryan then served us the meat and spaghetti sauce.
We all took a beer except for me who had to settle for cranberry juice.
"So, Damon, what are your parents like?" Ryan asked. I'm shocked. With Evan, he didn't want to know shit. He kept quiet the whole time.
"My mom, Heather died in a car crash and I never knew my dad." He answered.
"I'm sorry." I said.
He turned to look at me and a warm look appeared on his face. One I never seen him have before. Most of the time he looks irritated.
"It's fine. My mom wasn't really much of a mother to me anyway. I'm glad she's……" He paused but then shook his head. "Nevermind."
"Sounds fucked up. So you live alone?" Ryan asked.
"How do you get money?" Melanie asked.
I wanted to smack the back of her head.
Damon looked to her and smirked. "It doesn't matter." He answered.
Ryan smiled. "It doesn't. As long as you're cool. And you do seem like a cool person. As opposed to her ex."
I wanted to slap Ryan now. Why bring Evan up right now?
"That so called 'pretty boy'?" Irritation was thick in Damon's voice.
Ryan nodded. "Oh, you hate him too. Good. Now I'm really cool with you."
"Me too." Melanie smiled.
"Hate is nowhere near what I feel for him. I despise that fucking idiot." Damon said and then looked to me.
I never knew he hated Evan so much. But why does he? I don't recall Evan ever doing anything bad to him.
Then Melanie and Ryan looked to me as if expecting me to say something. Which I did of course. "He has good in him. He just doesn't show it often."
"Or at all. I've never seen a damn thing good about him." Ryan said.
"Neither have I." Damon followed.
Neither of them really knew Evan. Not like I knew him. Yeah he's a dick but he's a high school boy. He'd change eventually.
I know he will.
"That Stacey girl is always all over him." Melanie said.
"Who Stacey Miller? Isn't she like the preacher's daughter or something." Ryan asked
"She asked me if she could blow me the other day." Damon shook his head in disgust.
I looked over at him and he glanced at me.
Ryan scoffed. "She just screams H.I.V." he said and shivered in disgust.
"And herpes. I saw the cold sore on her lip." Melanie chuckled.
"Who are we talking about?" Asked a voice. Evan…..Oh no.
I left the damn door unlocked.
What was he doing here anyway? He stood before us. Dressed casually and looking as if he belonged here.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Ryan said glaring at him.
Evan walked over to me and leaned over my chair and over me. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and smiled. "I'm allowed to see the mother of my unborn child….aren't I?"
Damon looked at me. His eyes wide with alarm.
I covered my head in my hands.
"Oh get the fuck out." Melanie said in irritation.
"I came here to see Rylie. She's gonna have my baby so I'm allowed to see her."
I sighed softly and looked over to Damon.
He looked….unreadable. He stood up to his feet and looked at Ryan and Melanie. "It was cool meeting you, Ryan." Then he looked to me and nodded. "I'll see you around, Rylie." He walked out of the kitchen and I felt everything in me melt and not in a good way.
Melanie sighed as she glared at Evan. "I cannot stand you. Just leave her alone. You know damn well you don't want any part of this baby and we know it too. You told her to get rid of it when she told you about it."
"What?" Ryan asked as he stood up.
"I panicked, I didn't know what else to say." Evan said.
Ryan sighed. "Evan, you have about," Ryan looked down at his watch and then back to Evan. "Three seconds to get the fuck outta this house. Or…I'm going to rearrange your damn face. Make your choice."
Evan looked at me. "You want me to go?"
I looked up at him and nodded.
He glared down at me and then leaned down so his lips were at my ear. "You're going to be sorry, Rylie. Damn sorry." He growled in my ear and then stormed out, slamming the door after him.
I looked to Ryan who sighed as he sat back down.
Melanie looked upset beyond belief. "Fucking disease-carrying bastard."
I stood to my feet, ignoring his threat that echoed in my head.
I went down to the living room and looked out the window. Damon's black mustang was still outside.
I opened the door and ran out to his car, grateful he didn't leave yet.
He was just sitting in the driver's seat looking…irritated.
I knocked on the passenger side window and he looked at me.
After a few seconds, he leaned over and unlocked the door.
I opened the door and climbed in and then shut the door. The car was dark and I could barely see his face.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
He sighed and cleared his throat. "I'm not mad that you're pregnant, Rylie. I'm mad you didn't tell me like you thought I wouldn't give a shit or something."
"Because you don't give a shit about anything, Damon."
"I give a shit about you." He said and it kept me quiet. I looked down at my hands.
"I thought you would hate me." I said.
"I don't hate you, Rylie. Who could ever hate you?"
"What do you mean?"
He sighed again and moved a little. "Nothing."
He's so confusing sometimes.
"So what happens now?" I asked. I was sick of acting shy. I needed to let him know.
But because I'm pregnant, I'm afraid, he'd be reluctant toward our building feelings for each other.
"Nothing happens now, Rylie." He says.
I licked my lips and looked back down at my hands. "Because I'm pregnant? There can't be an us?"
Where was this coming from?
Damon paused. "Us? Yes. And there are reasons beyond the pregnancy, Rylie."
"Oh? Like what?" I asked in irritation.
"Me. Once you know what kind of guy I really am, you're going to want to stay as far away from me as you can. Okay?"
"I don't care."
"But you will, trust me. I'm saying this for you, not me." He said.
"Tell me the worst." I said.
"Where do you want me to start?" He asked.
"The beginning." I said.
He sighed. "I've been to jail…..more than once." He said.
Whoa. Evan is terrible and even he's never been to jail.
"For what?" I asked.
"Assault. Stealing, stuff of that nature."
I stared at his face in the darkness. "And you thought the secret about my pregnancy is worst than yours about what you've done in your past?"
"No. I never said that. Can I just finish?" He asked.
He sighed again. "I was responsible for my mom's car crash."
My jaw dropped. "What?"
"I…." He sighed. "I put sleeping pills in her coffee. And it made her fall asleep at the wheel while she was driving."
Oh my….god. What the hell?
And here I thought….
"Why the hell would you do something like that?"
"I was young….I wasn't trying to kill her, I just wanted her to be in the hospital awhile so I could get away from her."
"That doesn't make it any better, Damon!"
"That bitch starved me to death since I was a baby, Rylie!"
I stopped. My fear and anger melting away as I search for his eyes in the darkness.
"You actually wonder why I don't care about anything? It's because of her. I spent half my life, being ridiculed because of her. She let me starve for fucking weeks at a time. I didn't have any clothes and she had plenty of money but she never cared. Kids made fun of me all the fucking time, Rylie. All the fucking time. I was so depressed. I even thought of just ending it all. All of it.
But then I realized that I wasn't the problem, she was. So I did something that I shouldn't have done, but I don't regret it for a second." He said.
I stared at him trying to take this all in.
All in at once and it was hard to swallow the information.
"After I did that, none of the police found evidence that I've done it. But I still had to move. Get away. So I came up to Ohio and settled down here so I don't get in anymore trouble in Mississippi."
I wanted to see his face. To see his pain. I guess because I wanted to share it with him.
"What else?" I asked.
"Well…that's about it. The worst is the sleeping pills, and my mother."
"And you trusted me enough to tell me that?"
"I don't trust anybody, Rylie."
"So why did you tell me?"
"So you'd see why we can't be together. That I'm not good enough."
"So you lied to me and my brother when you said you liked me."
"No…I didn't. I shouldn't have said anything to neither one of you about it but I guess I just wanted you to know."
"So you're like…running from the law. You basically murdered your mother."
"The law doesn't know that."
"But I know it and you do too. And you're not even sorry."
"If you knew what she out me through, Riley-"
"Still!" I said.
He sighed. "I knew you'd react this way. I wanted to tell you but when I knew you were ready."
I stared at him in the darkness, unable to speak another word.
"Are you mad?" He asked.
"Do you care?" I asked.
"If I didn't I wouldn't be asking, Rylie."
I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm not mad…just confused."
"About what?" He asked.
"You." I said.
"Same that I'm confused about you." He said.
I looked away from him and out the window.
Damon didn't say anything.
We sat in silence for a second.
I had to break it though. "So…we can't be together because…"
"I'm bad for you." He finished.
"So why lead me on?"
"You didn't kiss me the other night?"
He sighed. "I wasn't supposed to but…"
"So whatever we had, it stops now."
"With me, you'll get in trouble so…right, it stops now. If we stayed friends, we'd get more involved and you'll get sucked into some dark, fucked up shit you don't need to know so lets just stop right now." He said.
I felt tears wanting to come out. He was breaking up our friendship.
Out of nowhere.
I nodded. "Fine." I opened the door and slammed it shut. And power walked to the house, opened and then slammed the door shut.
Our friendship or whatever it was we had was over, and the thought depressed me. Seriously.