Crush Me Like A Flower (12/15)
Title: Crush Me Like A Flower
Author: thefabrosevest (me)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 1st, switches
Summary: After Brendon took Ryan with him, he thought that everything would get better ...
Disclaimer: Fake!
Author’s Notes: This is the sequel to A Fetish For The Finite. It ended up way more emo then I intended it to be, but hey … you get back to life after being dead for so long and not freak out. Yeah … thought so.
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
3rd POV
It’s two days after Brendon’s phone call and Taylor is sitting on the outskirts of the village, watching the road. She informed the whole village and they will be ready to help at any second.
When a black van comes into view, she gets up and tries to glare it down as it comes nearer.
She gets her phone out and dials her father’s number.
“I think they’re here.” She just says and hangs up again.
A few minutes later, most of the people of the village are out of their houses. It reminds a bit of a fight between villages a few hundred years ago.
Taylor and her father told the people in town pretty much everything and they immediately agreed to help. Taylor shoots the approaching van another glare before she turns to walk over to the others.
They are forming a wall out of people so that the van won’t be able to drive into the village.
The van stops a few feet away and at first, nothing happens.
Then the doors open and two men get out of the car.
“What the fuck is this?” the one with black dirty hair asks angrily.
Taylor sends her father a quick look and he nods towards one of his friends. Both of them walk over to the two men and grab their hands to hold them behind their backs.
“What are you doing?” the guy yells but Taylor doesn’t care.
Quickly, she rounds the van to get to the back. Her try to open the door fails and she makes a frustrated noise. She rounds the van again and looks into the driver seat to see that the key is still in the key hole. She grabs the key and runs to the back again to unlock it.
The door flies open and she looks inside.
“Ryan” she breathes out at the sight in front of her.
Ryan is lying on the cold metal floor. His hands are cuffed in front of his body and he seems to be unconscious.
Taylor jumps inside to kneel beside him.
“Ry?” she asks and holds a hand in front of his face.
He’s barely breathing.
Carefully, she moves her arms under Ryan’s body to lift him up. He really weighs nothing and so it’s not a problem for her. She jumps out of the van and looks into the asking faces.
“Ryan!” someone yells and a car door slams shut.
The people part to let a girly looking guy through. It’s the guy who is staying at their hotel. He just came back from one of his trips as it seems.
“You know him?” Taylor asks sceptically.
“Yes, his boyfriend gave me the key to the mansion.” He says. “What happened?”
“That’s not important right now. We should rather get him into a hospital.”
“Where’s Brendon?” the guy asks and Taylor just remembers that his name is William.
“He has to be on his way.”
“He’s not here?!” William asks hysterically. “Do you know where his is? How far?”
“No, we should call him. But I’m going to call an ambulance first.”
“There will be no need for an ambulance if Brendon doesn’t show up soon.”
Taylor observes William for a moment and then nods.
“Alright, I’ll get him into a bed. Can you call Brendon?”
“Yes”
She hands him her phone and walks off to get Ryan to the hotel.
William looks through the phone till he finds Brendon’s number and punches the call button.
Immediately, someone picks up.
“Brendon! Where are you now?” William asks loudly.
“Will? Uhm … We’ll be in Grey Valley in a few hours.”
“Hours?! Not good.”
“What’s even going on? Do you know if Ryan is okay?”
“He’s not conscious, but he’s alive. I just came back from the mansion and saw that crowd of people and then there was Ryan.”
“So he’s safe?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Thank god”
“I’m going to call the police and the ambulance now.”
“No need to call the cops. I’m with them.”
“Okay, see you”
“Yeah”
William hangs up and calls the ambulance while he walks to the hotel.
*
Ryan’s POV
When I wake up, something inside me still hurts. I groan and try to open my eyes.
I’m a bit confused when I’m not in the van anymore or not even in another motel room.
“Ryan!” someone yells and I turn my head to the side.
“Taylor?” I whisper as I blink at her in a try to stop the room from spinning.
“Yep. You’re at the hotel in Grey Valley. Everything is okay. You’re safe.”
I take a deep breath and let my head fall backwards again.
“Are you okay?” she asks carefully.
“Not really. The room is spinning and my chest kind of hurts.”
“Do you need anything? The ambulance will be here in an hour. The next hospital isn’t nearby.”
“Can I have something to eat and drink?”
“Of course” she says and rushes out of the room.
Another figure is now standing in the door.
“Hey Ryan”
I try to identify the voice and after a few seconds of confusion I know who that is.
“William?”
“Yep. I’m here because of the mansion, remember?”
“Right”
“I talked to your friends.”
“Pete and Patrick?” I ask hopefully and he nods.
“They say that they miss you, but don’t want to see you near that house ever again, no matter how much you miss them.”
“Didn’t plan on going there again.”
William lets out a laugh and then silence falls over us.
“Where’s Brendon?” I ask then.
“He will be here in a few hours.”
“Okay”
“Do you want me to call him for you?”
“Yes please”
He nods and leaves the room. A few minutes later he comes back with Taylor behind him. She places a tray in my lap and William hands me the phone.
“Already dialled.” He says and I nod before I hold it to my ear.
“Yes?” Brendon’s voice comes out of the speaker and I’ve never been so happy.
“Hey Bren”
“Ry! Are you okay? Oh my god. Please tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m alive.”
“Okay” Brendon sobs.
“Don’t cry, I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just … I thought I would lose you and I wouldn’t be able to survive that. I lost one family, I can’t lose another one.”
Now tears are forming in my eyes as well.
“You didn’t lose me. I’m here. I’m alive.”
“I will never ever let you out of my sight again and I’ll kill Jon!”
“I figured it was Jon.”
It’s silent for a while and I just listen to Brendon’s sobbing.
“Stop crying, please.” I whisper.
“I can’t. I’m happy right now.” He sobs and takes a deep breath. “I love you, Ryan. I know that sounds cheesy, but I need you and I wouldn’t be able to go on if you would be dead.”
“I love you too.” I say simply.
“I know” he breathes out and I know that he’s smiling.
“When are you going to be here?”
“I already talked Natasha into driving faster. We could make it in an hour if we keep the tempo.”
“That would be awesome.”
“We’ll try. I really won’t let you go again once I’m there.”
“I hope so.”
He laughs and then he’s quiet.
“I guess I’m supposed to hang up now.” He says after a few seconds.
“I guess”
“I really don’t want to.”
“Same. But I have to eat something or I’ll starve before you even get here.”
“But I don’t want to hang up!”
Suddenly, Taylor’s hand comes into focus and the phone is ripped away from me.
“Alright, that’s enough. Let the poor guy eat something. He looks like shit.” She says into the speaker before she hangs up.
Then she looks at me.
“Eat” she demands and I start eating without a word.
*
Almost an hour later, I’m out of the bed and sitting on the windowsill from where I’m able to see the road.
I don’t look away when I hear someone approach.
“Feeling better?” Taylor asks.
“Way better.” I answer.
“That means that Brendon can’t be too far.” William says.
“By the way, would someone mind to explain the thing with the distance to me?” Taylor asks.
“Well, it’s actually a bit complex. It’s because of the spell Brendon used. That spell brings the body back to life, but not the soul. The soul is still dead. That’s why Ryan still looks … like this. Because his soul didn’t change and when he was dead, he was just a soul.”
“Means?”
“That means that his soul isn’t able to keep him alive. You know, it needs both to live, the body and the soul. So his soul kind of clings to Brendon’s to keep him alive.”
I let out a giggle.
“What?” Taylor asks with a small smile.
I turn my head to look at them.
“Brendon told me that I don’t have a soul. He really can’t explain stuff.” I state and William starts to laugh.
“Yeah, I asked him if I should tell you but he said that he would manage.”
I smile and watch the road again. Taylor and William continue to talk, but I don’t listen anymore. I let my head fall to the side so it’s leaning on the cold surface of the glass.
That’s when the police car comes into view. I raise my head again and a small smile spreads over my face.
“Guys” I say and Taylor is next to me in a second.
“I guess that means Brendon is here.” She says happily.
“He made it earlier than the ambulance. This really is a shithole.” William says.
“Shut up.” Taylor laughs.
I jump off the windowsill and make an attempt to run out of the door, but Taylor stops me.
“Wait, wait, wait” she sing-songs and then a cloth comes into view.
“What?”
“Your face is dirty. We want you to look good when lover-boy arrives.”
“I don’t really think that they care about something like that at the moment.” William states, but Taylor just shrugs.
She wipes over my cheek with the wet cloth and draws back to observe my face.
“Fabulous!”
I smile and then we leave the hotel together.
When I step outside, the police car stops behind the van. I dare to look over at Gerard and Frank. They are circled by three men, who watch over them till the police takes care of them. Accidentally, I make eye contact with Gerard and his face scares me. He has a evil smile plastered over his face.
I look away quickly, just in time to see Brendon jumping out of the police car. He looks around for a second and then he looks straight at me and begins to smile. I smile as well. He says something to one of the officers and then he starts running towards me.
“Oh my god. This is one of these scenes where the lovers run towards each other in slow motion.” Taylor says and I look over at her and laugh.
She rolls her eyes and gives me a soft push. I don’t run. I just start to walk a bit faster, because I still don’t trust my feet.
Brendon doesn’t slow down and so he crashes into me and almost knocks me over.
“I love you and if you ever scare me like that again, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.” He whispers and wraps his arms around me a bit too tight.
“That wouldn’t make sense.” I laugh.
He laughs as well and it sounds happy and relieved. I smile into his neck and try to hold the tears back. When I open my eyes, my gaze wanders over to Gerard and Frank again.
Then everything seems to happen in slow motion. Gerard pushes the man in front of him to the side and kicks the other one, so that he falls to the floor as well. Suddenly, he’s holding a gun and is aiming it at us, at Brendon’s back.
“No!” I yell and push Brendon away from me.
He stumbles backwards and lands on the floor. Then the gun goes off and I flinch.
After that, it’s too quiet for a few seconds. Gerard’s yelling breaks the silence and I look over to see how the police officers handcuff him.
“Ryan!” I hear Brendon cry out.
Suddenly a sharp pain washes over me and I look down at myself.
“Oh” I whisper as I see the blood soaking my shirt somewhere under my left shoulder.
Then I break down.
Brendon is next to me in a second.
“You fucking idiot!” he yells and raises his hand towards the wound, but lowers it again. “Was that really necessary?”
I nod.
“Rather one of us than both.” I say and he starts to shake his head.
“Where’s the fucking ambulance?” he yells and just then, I hear another car approach.
People start yelling and running around, but I only focus on Brendon’s sobbing and close my eyes.
“You can’t die. Not after it is already over.” He manages to say between sobs.
I want to say something as well, but the pain prevents me from doing so. I groan and suddenly I’m lifted off the ground and placed on something softer. People are talking and rushing around, but I’m not really aware of it anymore.
I space out a bit till I hear doors slam shut and everything is a bit quieter. Someone takes my hand and I manage to open my eyes for a few seconds to see that it’s Brendon, obviously.
“Will he be okay?” he asks.
“I don’t know yet.” A woman says, I guess it’s the nurse.
Eventually, I allow myself to drift off into blackness.
Chapter 13