Wren's eyes fluttered open and met with the strong smell of cigarettes and sweat. She was enveloped in a soft blanket that curved around her figure.
She was almost afraid when she heard another's breathing. Glancing over at Ronin, she saw his passed-out stature, halfway out of the blanket. His arms flared out around his face while his leg stretched over her thighs.
She looked around his messy room, horrified by her lack of acknowledgment of the situation. Wren slid out of bed quickly, her long shirt still hanging over her. She froze as Ronin mumbled, scratching his tightly shaped stomach.
After grabbing her worn shoes, she stumbled towards the window. Her hesitant hand attempted to push the window open, soon realizing her weak demeanor.
Panicking, she looked around the room, glancing at Ronin. Shortly, she managed to convince herself to try the door, wincing as the hinges creaked, narrating her escape.
The almost clear hallway met her, as well as the soft old carpet that ended at the beginning of the wooden stairs. Wren walked towards them, bracing for the steep flight. Instantly, she clung to the wall, her eyes glued to the door that opened at the end of the small hallway.
Ronin's father's strong stature filled the hallway, meeting Wren's horrified eyes. The shaking of her arms, attempting to hold her shoes steadily, caught his attention.
"Hey!" His deep voice echoed in the hallway as he saw her.
Wren dropped to the floor. Ronin's father, who had drawn closer, quickly halted by her sudden drop, examined her subtly, recognizing her immediate submission.
"Who the hell are you?" His father's eyebrows scrunched as he waited for a response.
Ronin whipped the door open, entering the scene with an anger he forgot he put on. He looked at Wren, his body began to shake before the angry house Ronin had only evolved over time.
He stepped in, filled with an aggressive and somehow protective approach. "None of your damn business," Ronin shouted before helping Wren to her feet with an attitude.
Wren trembled at their voices as they got louder. His father argued against Ronin's words, a firm finger pointed at him.
"Why do you give a shit?" he growled, staring at his father who began promoting his position in Ronin's life. He had gotten to explaining his role as a father when Ronin cut him off.
"I see you once a week, once a fucking week at least." Ronin's voice cracked as he tried to portray the tone he had.
"Absolute Bullshit," Ronin cried, "you haven't acted like my father since before Mom went insane," he finished; the hall got quiet. Ronin's father circled around the words he had said.
Ronin turned to Wren, his impatient eyes locked on hers. "Put your fucking shoes on," he demanded before pulling her down the stairs. The hair on Wren's arm spiked as she attempted to remain stable, afraid of both the loud figures.
Ronin lay his hand on the doorknob; his father gripped the railing, following after him; he felt a sudden pain as he leaned over the flight, looking at Ronin's back. He could hear his heart race until everything went black.
He crashed down the stairs, lying at Ronin's feet; he waited for his father to get up and prepared to run. Ronin's chest began to pound as his father lay there; Ronin's breathing began to cut in and out, his wide eyes only growing wider.
Ronin sat in the waiting room, alone.
They had taken Wren when they found her at his house; the flashing lights and loud sirens still ring in his head, as it shook, bringing him back to his mother's incident.
His eyes watered as he thought of the words he had said; "Why did I say that?" "Why did I say that?" he repeated the same words in his head over and over again; his whole body shook, covered in an anxious, regretting sweat.
The clock ticked orderly as if it didn't know what was happening; he stood up, running his hands through his hair anxiously.
He walked over to the front desk. "W-Where is he? Why is it taking so long?" he stammered, trying to form a sentence to the receptionist. "Sir, you've asked this question many times. I have told you I will let you know when I get word on your father," her voice was slightly impatient.
Ronin's hand tapped on the desk before he walked away, beginning to pace, as he repeated the same questions in his head.
Ronin leaned on the wall, a weight gun gun his stomach as he scolded himself.
"Damnit!" He shrieked as he fell to the floor in a desperate cry. He wrapped his guilty arms around himself and attempted to provide the hug he needed.
He slammed his head on the wall, and a wet force broke out of him as his eyes gave in, and thick streaks of tears ran down his face. He began to gasp, looking at the clock; he got louder.
It had only been 10 minutes, and yet it felt like it had been hours, maybe days. He couldn't take it; each second that went by stabbed him.
She had left her seat as she heard his distress. Soon to meet Ronin's pacing figure. "Sir, I understand you're under stress, but this is not appropriate behavior."
"I'm gonna need your name again." Ronin's wet eyes met hers; he walked closer, shaking in his wet shoes. He had begun asking her the questions again; she held her hand out to halt him before quickly she grew scared as Ronin gripped her wrist and shoved her. "I just wanna know if he's okay." Ronin stroked through his hair again, looking at the horror in her eyes.
"Sir, I'm gonna need to call security if you don't calm down," his voice attempted to be stern. Ronin began to speak before he watched a doctor enter the hall; Ronin turned, his body trembling in the anxious pool he made his body.
The man interrupted the commotion, grabbing Ronin's arm and meeting his tear-filled face. "Son, are you okay?" the man began to ask, looking at his state.
Ronin began asking the man the same questions he had harassed the receptionist with; the man glanced at her as Ronin repeated his questions a second time. "Son, what is your father's name?" Ronin couldn't hear him anymore. His ears went dead to the anxiety that had now drowned him.
Everything he had built up needed an escape; as he pushed himself onto the man, tackling him, he began to attack him, and his fist collided with the man's nose. Bringing him to a crouch Ronin began to throw at him again as they wrestled to the ground.
Before Ronin grabbed his collar, unaware of what he was saying anymore, the man'ss face had been covered in the blood running from his broken nose.
Ronin rolled across the floor as the man pushed him off, "Call security," the man demanded of the secretary.
Ronin lay on the floor; his eyes had begun to haze in the reality of the situation.
He tried to push himself up watching as blurry figures had surrounded him. They grabbed him forcefully, to which he began to panic. Waving his arms, he attempted to fight the group, managing to jab his elbow into one of the man's guts; he was able to scurry to his feet and dash down the hall.
His plan had become a blur and ultimately stopped as two policemen rounded the corner quickly grabbing Ronin
Their tight grip restrained him, though he couldn't feel it; everything was numb.
Only now, the questions stopped; his chest pounded as he was forced to his feet. The strong figures surrounded him, the bright light of day had pierced through what he had blurred as now he could see the reality of his actions. It hit him like a truck when he was pushing inside the car; his hands were cuffed tightly, and anything he had planned was only a dream as the barred door slammed shut.
The End...?