Chapter Text
Ryker Lancelot, a 16 year old boy, was growing distant from his mother. What they once had, it was slowly fading. On his birthday, 6th of March, he had a heated argument with his parents after they saw his MySpace direct messages, but his father had given up on the pointless ranting not long after it started.
“Whatever. Just let him be, Janice. I don't care anymore.” His father muttered out, his face showing dissapointment.
“Alfred, he's your SON! Our son. We can't let him be like this!” His mother exclaimed, holding back her tears and anger. “Ryker, i do NOT approve of this!” " Her face scrunched up, her voice already cracking. She felt like she was about to explode. She pointed at his messages, showing the violent ideas he had shared with his online friend.
Ryker505: “man, i feel like im gna kill sum1.. -_-”
111davd: “whys that man? u mad or smth? O_o”
Ryker505: “idk, i wish i could js sl1t sum1s throat tho.. i wish my emo ass wouldnt feel this way smh”
111davd: “woaha, chill.. u might actually do it-"
Ryker505: “i go crazy at the sight of bl0od, idk why. i wna watch their blood js flow out teehee”
111davd: “ur creepy af”
Ryker505: “idfc dude”
111davd: “yeah, yeah, wtvr..”
“What made you think about it anyway!? We do not tolerate violence in this house!” His mother continued to ramble, scolding him for something he thought didn't matter that much.
“What? You're mad at me for THAT, mom? You're the most pathetic person i've ever talked to.” He said loudly, frustrated. He then stormed to his room, finding the biggest backpack he had, then shoving his stuff in it. Clothes, charger, photo book, a water bottle, and some food for the long journey he was going to have. He was going to run away from home to his online friends house. He wore a zip-up jacket over his shirt, getting ready for the cold at night.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and went out of his room, then approached his father.
“Dad, imma go out for a bit.”
“At five? Where you goin', kid?”
“A friends house.”
“Ah, alright, be safe. I'll say bye to momma for you, shes a little upset right now.”
“I appreciate it. Bye, dad.”
He opened, the door, making it let out a small creak. He had left the house now. When he walked the quiet road, he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, like this wasn't a decision he should have done. He opened his phone and messaged his friend.
Ryker505: “is it OK if i come over 2 ur place?”
111davd: “u sure, dewd? its like five rn in d evening.. how do i know ur not a pdf tho lol”
Ryker505: “ur joking, we called a while back:/ n i js had an argument w mom so i needa stay”
111davd: “damn did they kick ur ass outta there?”
Ryker505: “nah, i ran away by myself, idm walking from louisiana to arkansas.”
111davd: “ur so crazy for doing this its gonna take a full day or smth”
Ryker505: “i said idm, prob gna catch a cab later anyway”
111davd: “damn,ok see ya dude, ima tell my mom”
Ryker505: “see you david”
@+……………………." after an hour of walking ..
It's six in the evening, now. He's looking around for cabs, but none happened to pass by. He got a little creeped out by the eerie road as it started to get dark. But then, a black car wasn't so far ahead. He then shouted,
“HEY!” He yelled out, trying to catch the drivers attention while waving his arm. “RIGHT HERE!”
The car then drove to the side, parking just before the sidewalk. The driver then rolled down the window, asking him, “Oh, hey there kiddo. What are you doing on the side of the road at six anyway?”.
Ryker observed the guy, the man looked a bit creepy at first, but he shook it off, assuring himself that the driver was a normal guy.
“I need a ride to my friends house. Is that alright sir..?” He said hesitantly, not because he was skeptical, but because he didn't want to burden anyone else, especially not after hurting his mother.
“Oh, that's absolutely alright, get in and i'll give you a ride, ‘kay? Don’t worry about it. Where we going?” The driver said cheerfully, almost too cheerful, scaring Ryker a bit.
“Okay.. Thank you so much. Mind taking me to Arkansas?” He muttered, too shy to even say a word.
“Really? You're going that far, kid? Alright, i'm takin' ya to Arkansas, alright.”
“Thanks.. I appreciate it a lot.” Ryker smiled sheepishly, he felt pathetic to ask for a ride from Louisiana to Arkansas, because he knew it was a pretty long distance. “You sure you don't mind..?”
“I'm cool with it, just enjoy the ride while you're here, son. What's your name?” The driver asked, seemingly friendly, turning down Rykers suspicion.
“..Ryker, i'm Ryker. How about you, sir?” Ryker muttered hesitantly, asking back the question.
“Oh, i appreciate you for askin'. It's Arthur. And this lady here's my wife, Rosemary.” He answered calmly, easily luring Ryker into.. Nevermind. “Hello,” Rosemary says with a soft voice, almost motherly, atleast to Ryker.
“..Hey. Nice to meet you.” He answered back, trying to shut down his racing mind. His voice was clearly trembling. He misses his mama now. So much.
He reached down to his backpack to find his water bottle, his small smile faltering when he realizes it was empty. Rosemary saw the situation and grabbed a water bottle from her side.
“Want some?” She smiled warmly, offering him the drink.
“..Thank you. I-i'm sorry if i've been such a bother..” He took the water bottle from her hand carefully, their hands briefly brushed against eachother. He appreciated her kindness, their kindness.
Then, he happily took a sip of the water.
A few moments later, he started feeling drowsy. He thought to himself, maybe the car ride was going to be a long one after all and he should just sleep through it to kill time.
“..Ya'll don't mind if i sleep for a bit? I'm getting kinda sleepy here.” Ryker said weakly.
“Oh, its absolutely alright.” Arthur said enthusiastically, too enthusiastic. Ryker was getting skeptical of them at this point, as they were acting weird the whole time, and their conversations were just.. Odd. His eyes were getting heavier each moment.
@+………………' he then fell asleep not long after.