Empty Places

It’s been two weeks and two days since Ryan kicked me out of home. But can I really blame him? I lied to him, maybe if I had just told him everything that day when he woke up things would be different. But I can’t change the past, but perhaps I could change the future. I missed him terribly.

But then maybe I was in love with the old Ryan. The one who was nice and sweet not the new condescending and spiteful one from now. But then I was the one who drove him to that. Once again I cant help but wonder what things would be like if I had stuck by his side. I took out my Blackberry from the pocket of my jeans and dialed his number.

There’s no answer, maybe I should go check up on him. No he made it clear he doesn’t want me in his life anymore. Jack came into the room then, I jammed the phone back into my pocket.

“Hey Bden, how are you?” he asked sitting next to me on the bed.

“Uh…I’m fine.” I replied rubbing at the back of my neck.

“What’s wrong babe?” Jack asked as he leaned his head on my shoulder the way Ry used to.

“Nothing,” I replied trying to sound convincing.

“You don’t have a nothing face, you have a something face.” He said.

“I’m just worried about Ryan,” I decided it was better to just tell him the truth.

Jack climbed onto my lap, “oh Ryan’s a big boy, he can take care of himself,” he began kissing my neck, “now let me take care of you.”

I closed my eyes, no matter what Ryan said or how he acted I would always have eyes for him only.