You've Let The Devil In

!TW/CW!
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Previously
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Ryan got out of bed, he had to find Vic to explain everything before he found out. He ran to the door, opening it and running down the hallway to see Vic in the kitchen. Vic wasn't alone he was in there with Frank Iero.
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"Hey Ryan." Frank smiled to him.
"Why," he stuttered "why are you here?" He asked.
"He's here to stay for a while. After all him and Gerard are getting a divorce now." Vic smiled to Frank reassuringly, "And yes I know what happened between you guys, but that was before we got together, so I'm not mad Ryan." He reassured him.
"Oh okay, thank god." Ryan walked up to them.
"I'm trusting both of you that nothings going to happen." Vic looked at both of them sternly.
"Yeah, of course." Frank smiled at Vic.
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Later that day
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Vic had gone out on a run, leaving Frank and Ryan home alone.
Ryan was sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone, Frank was on the couch opposite to him.
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Messages

@/Ronnie Radke: Don't leave me on opened you faggot. 2 minutes ago

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"What the fuck could he want." Ryan thought to himself. He then opened his feed.
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@/Ronnie Radke: Can't believe Frank and Ryan hooked up? Like what a bunch of gaybos. Seriously. 10 minutes ago

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Ronnie publicly shaming Ryan took a toll on him, an overwhelming feeling over stress and sadness took over Ryan's mind.
"Hey Ryan." Frank spoke up, distracting Ryan from looking at his phone.
Ryan looked over to see Frank smirking at him.
"Vic's not here. He doesn't have to know." He stood up, walking over to Ryan, standing in front of him.
Frank leant down to him, looking him in the eyes.
"I'm with Vic now." Ryan angrily spoke.
"Please Ryan." He got onto his knees, reaching for Ryan's belt buckle.
Ryan's heart was beating rapidly, is this what he wanted to do? Ryan stood up, pushing Frank away.
"I love Vic. I really do. I'm not letting you ruin that!" Ryan yelled at Frank.
Frank fell back, looking up at Ryan. Tears were forming in his eyes.
"I'm not the one for you." Ryan got up and ran to the bathroom, locking himself in there.
Frank came up to the door, banging on it "I'm sorry Ryan. I won't do it again." He cried on the other side.
"Just go away!" Ryan fell to the floor, crying.
He was just so sick of everything. He pulled out his phone to see new messages.
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Messages

@/Ronnie Radke: Your man doesn't want you 🤣 1 minute ago

@/Ryan Ross: What do you mean?

@/Ronnie Radke: He wants me 🤣🤣

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"What is he talking about..?" Ryan muttered to himself, why would Vic want Ronnie?

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@/Ronnie Radke: You know I found out that @/Ryan Ross and @/Vic Fuentes are dating? Can you believe that? 🤣 I guess Ryan moves on really fast. 2 minutes ago

Replies:
@/Ryan Ross: Can you not start drama @/Ronnie Radke?? I'm in a happy relationship and you're just jealous.
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!REMINDER TW!
Ryan angrily typed, tears in his eyes, Ronnie obviously had some form of hatred for him. Ryan placed his phone on the floor, putting his face in his hands, crying. Ryan had never felt so angry and so sad about something, the thought of being publicly shamed by Ronnie made him crawl up into a ball.
Ryan didn't know what to do, he had so many emotions, he was filled with hatred, despair, anger and sadness. He couldn't contain his emotions. He pulled himself to the cabinet, pulling open the bottom drawer, rummaging through, trying to find a small white box. He found the box, shaking, he opened it, dropping the contents. Two razor blades fell out onto the floor. His shaking hands picked up one of the razors, and he leant back against the wall, raising his left arm up, looking at it. He then looked to the razor in his right hand, hovering it over his forearm. Tears were running down his face, this was his only option - he placed the razor on his forearm, digging in and dragging. Blood started slowly pouring out of his arm, he lifted the razor, putting it back in his skin and dragging. Blood trickling out his arm, all over himself and the floor, he laid there looking at it. Ryan was sitting there, crying, when he heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Go away Frank!" He yelled, scurrying to hide the razors.
"Ry?" Vic's soft voice was on the other side, "Are you okay?" He lightly knocked on the door.
"Yeah," he stuttered, "Yeah I'm fine," he sniffled, "just go away!" He yelled.
Vic started fiddling with the door handle, attempting to unlock it. Ryan had nothing to cover his arm with, and no way to clean up all the blood, all he could do was hide those razors. Vic unlocked the door, opening to see Ryan covered in his own blood.
"Oh my god! Ryan!" He gasped, running up to him, grabbing his arm, "Why would you do this to yourself?" He grabbed a towel, pressing it onto his arm.
"I had to." Ryan gave him a deadpan look, tears still in his eyes.
"Ryan.." Vic looked into Ryan's eyes, "I love you Ryan, please please please don't do this to yourself again." He kept holding the towel on Ryan's arm which wouldn't stop bleeding.
"I'm sorry, I love you." Ryan frowned, his eyes softening before closing.
"Ryan!" Vic started tapping Ryan's face, seeing no response.
Vic grabbed his phone out of his pocket, going to dial 911, but his fingers were covered in Ryan's blood.
"Ryan, please wake up." He worryingly said, finally being able to type the numbers in.

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911: 911, whats your emergency?

V: My boyfriend! He just tried to kill himself! Please hurry, the address is 4th Fremont street!

911: Okay, we've got some paramedics on the way, please try and stay calm. Can you tell me how he tried to kill himself?

V: He cut himself.

911: There should be some paramedics there within the next couple of minutes.

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Vic dropped his phone, trying to wake Ryan up and stop the bleeding.
"It's okay Ryan, please wake up." He started crying.
"What's happening in here?" Frank walked in, "Holy shit." He stopped, looking at Ryan and Vic covered in blood, "What happened,.?" He stood there.
"He tried to fucking kill himself! Can you help me?" He cried, holding Ryan's arm.
Frank grabbed another towel, putting it on top of the other blood soaked one, the sounds of sirens blared out the front of the house.
"Go to the front door and get them in here!" Vic cried, looking at Frank in despair.
Frank ran out of the room, and Vic scooped Ryan into his arms, sitting on the floor, crying,
Two paramedics and Frank ran into the room.
"Here, remove the towels." One paramedic commanded Vic.
Vic removed the towels to reveal two large cuts in Ryan's arm.
"He did this himself?" The other asked.
"Yes!" Vic cried.
The first paramedic started cleaning Ryan's arm and bandaging it up. The other would hand him supplies.
"We need to get him in the ambulance, get him to the hospital." The second paramedic ushered him.
The first paramedic scooped him out of Vic's hands, rushing to the ambulance to get him in as quick as possible. Vic ran behind them hopping in the ambulance with them.
"Please tell me he's gonna be okay." Vic turned to the second paramedic who was sitting by Ryan.
"We cannot guarantee anything." He frowned, as he kept putting bandages on Ryan's arm.
"Oh my god.. Ryan." Vic whispered, holding Ryan's right hand, crying, "What were your names?" He asked.
"My names Pete, and that's Patrick." Pete smiled, still wrapping bandages, while Patrick drove.
"Thank you Pete.. and Patrick." Vic kept crying.

They got to the ER and Ryan was rushed to get stitches. Vic wasn't able to see him for a couple hours while it was all happening, and was given a change of clothes. Vic sat in the waiting room, head in hand nervously tapping his foot.
"Mr Fuentes?" A male nurse walked up to him, with the name tag 'Mikey'.
"Yes?" Vic looked up.
"Ryan is okay, please come with me." He patiently waited for Vic to stand up.
"Oh thank god!" He stood up, following Mikey down a long hallway.
They came to a stop in front of a room.
"I'll give you your privacy." He slightly opened the door.
"Thank you." Vic smiled, walking in closing the door behind him.
He could see the foot of the bed, and two feet. His heart was beating and he was full of emotions. He took a few steps forward slowly, to see Ryan laying in the hospital bed, looking right - out the window.
"Ryan..?" Vic walked to the side of the bed.
"Oh.. Vic.. I'm so sorry." Ryan looked to Vic, his eyes were glassy, full of tears.
"It's okay Ryan.." Vic leaned to Ryan, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"I'm so sorry." He began crying.
"Please Ryan, it's okay." Vic softly wrapped his arms around him, seeing his bandaged arm.
Vic sat up, sitting on the side of the bed, holding Ryan's hand.
"Why did you do it.. baby?" Vic reached a hand to Ryan's face, caressing his cheek.
"I.." he stuttered. "I couldn't do it anymore." He cried.
"Do what?" Vic asked, still holding his hand.
"I don't know if I want to talk about it right now." Ryan frowned.
"That's okay. I'm here for you baby." Vic gave a soft smile, "Listen baby, I'm just gonna quickly go to the toilet, I'll be right back." Vic smiled.
"Okay.." Ryan smiled back, wiping his tears.
Vic stood up, and walked into the bathroom which was connected to the room. Ryan laid there, looking at his bandaged arm when he heard the door open, footsteps walked in.
"Ryan?" Franks voice was heard, he walked up to the bed, "Are you okay?" He sat next to the bed.
"Yeah." He softly smiled, when another set of footsteps walked in.
Ryan looked to where the person would enter to see Ronnie Radke.
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