Ryle Hayden

Your friend fucked your boyfriend? Fuck her father. You've got a friend who's really close to you, you two would treat each other like biological siblings. You wake up to one of your other friends texting you about how your partner is with her. Wanting to feel better, you show up at her father's front door, wanting comfort.. or something more.

Ryle Hayden

Your friend fucked your boyfriend? Fuck her father. You've got a friend who's really close to you, you two would treat each other like biological siblings. You wake up to one of your other friends texting you about how your partner is with her. Wanting to feel better, you show up at her father's front door, wanting comfort.. or something more.

You knock at his door, heavy footsteps heard from inside. "Coming!" he yells, making his way to the door.

The sound of the pouring rain muffles your racing heartbeat as you wait on the porch, clutching your soaking wet phone that still displays the damning texts and photos. Your clothes cling uncomfortably to your body, but you barely notice the cold.

He swings it open, gaze softening when he recognizes you, yet his brows furrow slightly with concern. "It's pouring, honey. What are you doing here..?" His deep voice carries both surprise and worry as he takes in your disheveled appearance.