MUSIC: Digital Daggers - The Devil Within

Ryan above^

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Amelia's P.O.V

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Ryan had dragged me outside, to his front garden and I couldn't do anything but stare at him in disbelief.

"What?" He asked coldly. His eyes were hard and cold, they weren't soft and happy like they'd been only five minutes ago. His face looked deadly, it was something i'd never seen on him before.

"I cant believe you just did that." I glared at him. Two can play the glaring game.

"What?" He asked again. He didn't even look at me, not even in my direction. He was staring at his closed front door. His fists were clenched and he looked as if he was shaking.

"Your Dad and step-mum are having a child. Your soon to be brother or sister. A sibling that will make a huge difference to your life yet you didn't say anything other than 'aren't you too old to have kids'? Do you not understand how disrespectful that is?" I asked him. I knew Ryan and his family had a past but he'd told me it. He had no reason for hating Cindy aside from the fact that she was annoying. But none of it was an excuse for being so rude.

"And you're telling me you'd of reacted differently? Because I know for a fact you would have thrown your toys from your pram into Lilly's face." He spat out. He'd turned around to glower at me.

"How dare you?" I hissed at him. Rage burnt through my body. It took over my mind and my words. "You do not know anything about the real me. I have my reasons for hating Lilly but you don't for hating Cindy. Your Dad left your mum and sister, and then he moved on. That's it." I said and he laughed but it held no humour.

"You say I don't have a reason for not liking the face that my Dad and Cindy are having a child? Well i'll tell you the reason. My Dad left my Mum when she told him she was pregnant with his child. He made her leave and made her break my heart. He made her leave then left me to fend for myself. I haven't had a full conversation with my Dad since my Mum still lived with us. Then Cindy came. She made him laugh, she made him talk. But he never spoke to me, he only ever spoke to her. She finds out that she's pregnant and all of a sudden he thinks that everything is flowers and rainbows. He's cooking, he's laughing, he's talking to me. He's acting like he cares. All because Cindy found out she was pregnant. How does he not know that that baby isn't his? There is as much chance of that baby not being his as there was with my Mum yet that didn't stop him. You ask me why I hate Cindy? Well that's why. Because she replaced my Mum's spot in my Dad's life. You may have your reasons for hating Lilly but I bet they're no worse than mine." He shouted and I froze. 

"Look Ryan, i'm no saint, we all know that-"

"Oh look! Amelia is playing the 'my life's so bad, i've been through so much sh*t that no one knows about and i'm so bad because of it' card again. Face it Amelia. I've been through just as much sh*t as you but you never want to admit it because you like being the center of attention! We're both just as screwed up in the head as each other and you don't like it because you're not the only one." He said venomously and I glared at him with all my might.

"Did you just not only accuse me of being an attention seeker, but messed up in the head?" I asked. I couldn't believe what he was saying. This wasn't Ryan. This was someone completely different. Not only could I tell from his words, but from the look in his eyes. They looked dead.

"Yes I did and you need to get over it, grow up and realise that it's true. You're not a child anymore Amelia, you're 17 in a few weeks and you need to mature enough that you can accept the fact that you are screwed up in the head. But - and you'd know right?" He stopped and laughed bitterly. "Being bad comes with a price, and that price is your sanity." Ryan sneered at me. He was looking at me as if I was a stranger. Not the girl he admitted to loving less than an hour ago. Something was wrong. I backed away from him but he simply followed me. The darkness that his eyes held scared me. There was an aura around him of dangerousness. It gave me a feeling I didn't enjoy. I never got scared. Scared wasn't an emotion I was usually able to feel. But in that moment, Ryan scared me.

It was like a switch had flipped inside of him and he was suddenly deadly. He was someone I never thought he was capable of being.

He backed me into the wall of his house. His arms rested by my head, his eyes felt like they were piercing holes through my body and ripping me open from the inside out.

"Who are you?" I whispered to him, a disgusted look on my face. I had to look that way to disguise the fear I felt. He smirked at me, the look in his eyes never left.

"Oh baby. I'm just Ryan Richards."

The hairs on my arms pricked.The goosebumps had never been so high, the gut feeling in my stomach was telling me to leave, and soon. Something wasn't right. Something had turned Ryan over to be this... Dispirited man.

"You need to get away from me. Now."

"Or what? You going to attack me like you do everyone?"

"No, or I'm going to screw you up like you've never been screwed before." I threatened.

"That sounds slightly sexual, I have to say."

I just glared at him.

"Get away from me."

"Why? I'm not done anything wrong."

"You're psycho!"

"No. I'm not. I'm just normal."He said nonchalantly.  I didn't understand what was happening.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice coming out shaky when I wanted it to come out normal, confident.

"I'm not doing anything!" He roared at me and I cowered back at the anger in his tone.

It was almost as if the ferociousness of his voice snapped him back into reality. He looked down at me. He stepped back and looked at his feet. He refused to look up.

"You need to leave."He said quietly. He sounded disappointed. Almost as if he was disappointed in himself.

"Gladly." I spat at him and walked away from him. I started the walk back to my house. I had to hold back tears.

What the hell happened?

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I stormed into my house in anger and slight fear. What had gotten into Ryan? I ran up the stairs and into my room but froze when I saw who was there.

He was there. In the flesh. Eyeing up all of the pictures in my room.

His hair was still long and greasy, his height still short. His clothes baggy and no doubt hiding a thousand different weapons.

I thought he was gone. Forever. He had left town when I didn't come back. What does he want? Why is he here?

At the sound of my footsteps his head snapped towards me, a sickening smirk plastered onto his face.

"Lovely photos you have here, dol. You look even more beautiful than I remember you. And your friends, they all seem nice. But the brunette one, the girl, the things I wou-"

"You fu*king touch any one of them and you will never live to see another day!" I boomed at him. Why weren't my Dad and Lilly there? It was the first time I actually needed them.

"Or you'll what? Run to your daddy like you did last time? Get the police involved?" I glared at him with all my might, ready to stalk towards him and beat the shit out of him but I froze when he said his next words.
"-I wouldn't advise you to do that though, Melia. I mean, this time around I have evidence that you agreed to be a part of us. To be a part of everything. The fact that you kil- oh wait. I won't remind you. I know how much it sickens you to realise that you actually did something right for once in your life. But I do wonder... What would your friends think of they found out? That you actually kill-"

I stalked up to him and swung for his face but he saw it coming and caught my hand. He slammed me against my wall, grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled.

"Face it, Melia. You can never beat me. However much you try and train. You will never be good enough. In fact, you never were. That's why I hit you, I thought it might knock some sense into your pretty little blonde head. In fact, what happened to that nice, quite, natural blonde that you used to be?"

"She met you!" I screamed at him, but shut my mouth when he grabbed more of my hair, his body pressed against mine, his weight was squashing me, his free hand holding my hands captive.

"Now, now, now. No need to get aggressive, besides, I'm here for you."

"You will never be here for me. I hate you." I snarled at him. He pulled my head back with such force that I knew that I would have lost hair. I screamed in pain.

"Please! Don't!" I shout, the tears would come soon. Just like they always did when he was around.

"Why not? Huh? I loved you! And what did you give me in return? A near prison cell!"

"Please! If you really loved me you wouldn't do this! Just hold my hand! We'll be okay! We can make this work! I'll do as you say! Just please, don't hurt me..." I asked him softly. His grip loosened a bit until he took himself from my body and just grabbed my hands in his. It was working. He was falling for my trap once again. As the saying goes;

Keep your friends close; but your enemies closer.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

It was my chance, I didn't know what else to do.I flipped him over so that I had the power over him.

"You make one wrong move and I can pull your arms off."I threatened but wasn't smart enough.

He kicked me in the shins and I hissed, letting go of him arms. He quickly grabbed me once again. He slammed my head against the wall which made me go dizzy and put his arm across my throat. He strangled me just enough that it hurt but wouldn't kill me.

"You, lady, are a bitch. But I do admit you have learnt well. But not well enough." He whispered into my ear whilst I struggled to breath, my breaths were coming out strangled and short.
"You think you can beat me? Trick me? Huh? Do ya? Well you can't! Get that into your thick skull! You're a coward! You always were and as much as you put on this facade you always will be!" He roared at me and slammed my head against the wall once again.

I moved my knee suddenly into his crutch and he bowed over. I kicked him onto the floor and made sure he was on his back before stomped on his crutch and stood on him.

" I may be a coward, but I'm stronger and more willing!" I shouted at him as his face contorted into pain, anger and shock.

"How dare you come into my home - where my family and I live - and try to threaten me? How can you live with yourself?" I growled. I stomped on him once more before I jumped off. He bent over in pain and I grabbed his hair and pulled him up from the ground. He tried to fight me off but I blocked it by elbowing and kicking him. I gave him no time to think as I smashed his head onto my knee. He stumbled into my dresser and I followed him. He had made my already crap day crapper and I was going to make him pay. I grabbed him by the hair once again and forced his head into the wall with all the strength I had. He screamed in agony and a smirk adorned my face. He'd probably have a concussion. Good.

"Who has the power now, huh?" I asked him menacingly as I grabbed hold of his arms once again, refraining him from moving anywhere that I didn't want him to. I dragged him over the stairs and held him so that it looked like I was going to push him down them.

I should've.

"How dare you invade my home, threaten the people I love, and expect me to just take it? I've changed since I left, just in case you didn't notice! And I won't take your sh*t anymore! I've had a sh*t day and you, dick, have just came and shat on it even more. And so, you are going to get the brute of it! You are a monster! And you also made me one, but the thing is -" I leant forward so that my mouth was level with his ear.
"- you made me a better monster than yourself."

"Really? How so? I mean, I killed your mother, you've only killed one person! And you barely did anything to do it! I am a monster and I enjoy every second of it." He snarled at me. I let go of him suddenly and he fell down a few stairs. I pushed him down the rest and made sure he left my house. He shouted a 'farewell sweetheart' as he left and laughed as he walked down the street.

I slammed the door shut after him and leant against it. Tears ran down my face.

What had my life come to?