Paint the Silence

Everyone thinks that Ryan was always the silent boy who watched every word that came out of his mouth. They don't know there was a time that he was like any little boy, full of life and even talking with out having to think first. Ryan knows when that all changed.

Little 6-year-old Ryan, was sitting in the living room playing with the two toy cars that he had. Like any 6-year-old, he was talking to himself pretending that the cars had little people in them as he pushed them around the room. Ryan would look up every once in a while at his mother sitting in front of the television just staring at it. He noticed that lately his mom had started to drink stuff that would make her act funny. This scared Ryan because she would throw things and she even hit his brother Trey. Trey had knocked over his juice, his mother got really mad and she had been drinking that stuff for a little while already so she had gotten mad quicker. She smacked Trey and Ryan saw that the 9 year old was taken back by it as well. Ryan then had quietly gotten the paper towels and started to clean up the mess. Their mom just went over and watched television. Trey looked close to tears but didn't let any go.

"Thanks." He said to Ryan as he took some towels to clean up. Ryan looked at him confused and scared. It was the first time their mom had hit either one of them.

Ryan was brought out of his memory when he heard the front door open. He stood up and noticed his dad walk in.

"Dad! Dad!" Ryan yelled happily and ran over to his father but stopped short when he noticed his father was staggering. "Are you ok dad?" Ryan asked concerned.

"I'm fine." His dad mumbled. "Just tired." Ryan was a little skeptical about that but he continued to talk to his father.

"Guess what I learned in school today dad!" Ryan said excitedly. His dad groaned so Ryan went on thinking he could cheer him up. "We learned how to add numbers and we learned how to print words and they are teaching us how to read better." Ryan went on excitedly. Ryan knew how to read just fine, even better then a normal 6-year-old, but he liked learning the other things the teachers taught. Ryan rambled on to his father about his day like he normally would.

"Ryan shut up!" He heard his father say in a loud voice.. "I'm in no mood for all this noise!" He said nearly yelling. Ryan stepped back a little bit. His father always asked about this day.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly.

"Ryan leave your father alone. Get your cars and go to your room!" His mom yelled slurring and getting off the couch. Ryan looked back and forth between his parents. He couldn't understand what was happening to them. "You heard me....NOW!" His mom yelled and pushed the 6-year-old towards his cars. Ryan stumbled and fell hitting his arm on the table at the end of the couch. He whimpered in pain and started to cry. His mother came over to him.

"Oh baby, I am so sorry." She said her voice now soft. Ryan was more confused. He let his mom hug him not wanting to tick them off more. His father just went to the bedroom. After a few minutes his mom let him go and he had calmed down. His arm still hurt but it wasn't as bad. "Go to your room baby." She said softly and Ryan nodded and got his cars and went to his room. He would be there the rest of the night. 'It will be better tomorrow.' Ryan thought to himself. 'They are just in a bad mood.'

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There is more.... it was going to be a one partere but I changed my mind. I donno how this is gonna go so I will let thee writing take over.... but please review :)