My Psycho Best Friend

Chapter 2

    The following weeks, I got to know Ryder some more. He is a cool guy. But the more I know him, the more I like him. I know I told Ian I know better, but I cannot help these feelings are blooming inside me. I think Ryder can tell I like him. I have been trying to give hints to Ryder that I like him. But if he knows, I do not think he really cares. He may not like me like that. He is my only friend at school, so I really do not want to screw it up.

            Ian has been slowly drifting away. We talk but not as much as we used to. I think he is mad that I have made another friend. He is just jealous. He has other friends at college. I do not know why it is such a big deal if I have other friends too! He is so frustrating. Can he not see that he has double standard? When we do talk, He acts all possessive like my full attention must be on him. I have been staying home more lately, and it makes me realize how alone I really am. I hope Ian can realize that I still need him, and he should not be afraid of anybody taking me away from him.

            It is another school day, but today somehow my alarm did not go off, so I am running late. I had jumped out of bed and wore the first thing I could manage that would not look like I just rolled out of bed. I did not have time to put make up on. I run outside when I remember my car is in the shop. I curse under my breath and start walking to school. I know I am going to be late but being late is better than not being there at all. I live about 10 miles from school. If I had my car, I could get there in no time. This was going to take me forever.

            After about ten minutes, I saw a motorcycle drive by, and I noticed the driver was Ryder. He slowed down to a stop when he noticed me. He pulled off his helmet and asked “What are you doing walking to school? Don’t you usually drive there?”.

            I tell him “Yeah, I do but my car is in the shop. I woke up late and will not make it in time now. Do you mind if you give me a ride? I don’t want to be late.”

            He says “Yeah. I will give you a ride. How long is your car in the shop?”

            I shrug and say “Don’t know. Maybe a week. I know nothing about cars. The guy at the shop said it could be a week or longer. By the way, thanks for the ride!”.

            I get behind him on the back of his motorcycle. He starts driving towards school, but all I can think about is falling off it. I hold on tight as I can without crushing him. I noticed after the shock of being on a motorcycle wears off, that I can feel his rippling muscles. Maybe riding on this bike will not be too bad after all. We get to the school, and I jump off the motorcycle. I make sure I look presentable and I wait for him to get off and make sure the bike is parked. We are walking to class when he says, “You know, until you get your car back, I can give you ride to school and after school back home.”

            I look at him with a surprised look and say “That is so kind of you. Thank you so much! That would really help me out!”.

            For the rest of the week, Ryder took me to and from school. He is so kind and caring. I cannot believe he did that for me. This week has made me like him more and more. I have been thinking about telling him how I feel but, I am scared. I do not know whether I should tell him or not. I would ask Ian for advice but this week we have not talked. I think he is mad at me. I do not know what I did to make him this mad. Hopefully, it has nothing to do with Ryder taking me to and from school.

            On Friday, Ryder again took me home from school. I asked him if he wanted to hang out, but he told me he has plans with his dad but maybe another time. I played it off like I was not hurt but, it really made me think about if he likes me only as a friend. I tell him that it is cool, and I will see him on Monday. I walk inside and start doing homework. Four hours fly by and it is dark outside. I look out the window to see if Ian is home. I see the light on in his window, so I decide to go over to his house.

            I rush over to his house because I hate the dark. The door is unlocked like usual. He has always left the door unlocked in case I need him. I walk in and head to his bedroom upstairs. On my way I noticed that the house is not as warm and inviting as it usually is. I get to his bedroom door and open it. Ian is sitting on his bed, watching a movie. I walk over and sit on the bed with him. We say nothing for a while. After I cannot take the silence anymore, I say “Ian are you mad at me?”

            He looks at me and says “No, why would I be mad at you? I have just been busy with my parents leaving. I miss them. It is so lonely in this house all alone.”

            I can sympathize with him as my parents do not spend anytime with me. So, I give him a hug and say “I am sorry. I thought you were mad at me and that is why I have not been over. I will come over every day. So, you will not feel so lonely!”.

            He smiles. We sit there a little while longer. He says he is going to go make us some food. I tell him I will find us a new movie to watch. I find the movie “Kick-ass” and put it in the DVD player. He comes back with a couple bottled waters and salads. Ian has always had this thing where he likes to eat super healthy. If I had my choice, I would be eating pizza or Raman noodles. I know they are not good for me, but they taste so good. I eat my salad first and then take a drink of water. As the movie is playing, I start feeling fuzzy and tired. I do not want to get too tired to go home so I say “Ian, I am really tired. I think I am going to go home.”.

            He does not say anything. He just looks over and smiles. I try to get up and head towards the door. I fall halfway to the door and notice that I cannot move my arms or my legs. Ian walks over to me and says “You will never leave me again. You are mine.!”

            I cannot move or talk. I just lay there. He picks me up and puts me on the bed He roughly takes my shirt off. He starts kissing my breasts and biting them. I cannot believe this is happening to me. He is supposed to be my best friend. He rips my pants off me along with my underwear. I am completely naked. The only thing I can do is lay there and silently cry.

            He spreads my legs and gets in-between them. He leans down next to my ear and says “This is what you get for not listening. You should not have been friends with him. I was so jealous. I wanted you too look at me the way you do him. You made me hate you. So now I will f**k you, till one day you will look at me the way you look at him. You will love me!”.

            He thrust into my womanhood. I am a virgin, so this was already going to hurt even if I was wet. It hurt so much worse than I thought. It felt like he was pumping a pole of sandpaper up my womanhood. I could not talk or do anything because of the drugs he had snuck into my water. It seemed to go on and on. He was breathing hard and fast. He pounded into me hard and painfully. I thought it would never end.

            His breath was becoming more erratic and he was thrusting faster. Within a couple seconds he was moaning and releasing his seed into me. I just kept thinking about why he would do this to me. I was his best friend. I loved him like a brother. I never knew he liked me in that way. He got off me and went to his bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. I still could not move. I just lay there. Not knowing how I can get myself out of this. I do not know when the drug will wear off. I do not know how long it has been. I am in my own world when I hear the shower turn off. I look in the direction of the bathroom. I watch him as he finds a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear.

            He walks around like it is normal for me to just be laying here and not being able to move. He is not the person I thought he was. He comes over and picks me up. He carries me out of his room, and we go downstairs. He then heads to the entrance to the basement. He carries me down the stairs into the basement. I notice it has no windows. It has a gray carpet floor. With a pole in the middle of the room. He lays me down on the carpet and grabs a chain that is connected to the pole. He puts it around my neck. It is a little cold down here. I put a blanket on me and says “This is where you will live from now on. I cannot let you out till I know you love me. You will have to earn my trust to not have the chain around your neck. You will follow my rules. If you do not, there will be consequences. I am going to leave you now to get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight, my love.”

            With that he leaves and walks back upstairs. I just cry and cry till I do not have any more tears to shed. It has been hours and I start getting to get back the feeling in my legs and arms. I get into the fetal position and pass out from exhaustion.