The Ryan Saga Part V
Before I even made it back to Maryland, Ryan was on the phone talking shit about me to my parents. I guess he wanted to put as much doubt in my parent's heads as possible to try and make himself look better. Surely he figured that I wasn't going to lie for him anymore and he didn't want my parents to know that he was an abusive boyfriend. He was basically trying to save face.
I made it back to Maryland in one piece and it felt great to be back in my parent's house. Ryan was calling me non-stop and he was being nice. I thought that was pretty odd because I probably made him look really stupid in front of his friends. But, for whatever reason instead of being an asshole, he was actually pretty understanding. He said that he realized I wasn't happy with him in Ohio and he said that he wouldn't start any trouble when I went back up there to get my car.
My dad was going to drive me to Ohio to get my car, but after talking to Ryan for two weeks without incident, I figured I'd be okay to get the car by myself. My dad had to work and stuff and I didn't want him to have to take the long and boring drive up there when I could just as easily do it myself.
We talked on the phone for a week or two and we finally came up with a plan for me to come get my car. I was going to take a Greyhound bus from Baltimore to Dayton and Ryan would pick me up a the bus station. I would ride back to his house, pack my stuff and hit the road. I wasn't planning on staying the night and I just wanted this last trip up there to be as peaceful and easy as possible. Ryan agreed. He was being so mature. I was surprised, but I just figured that he accepted the fact
that we weren't meant to be together and he was hoping (like me) that we could just get along.
So, I got the bus ticket, packed a little travel bag and headed to Ohio. I don't remember how long it took to get there, but I do remember that it took a hell of a lot longer to get there by bus than it did to drive by car.
I finally arrived and Ryan was at the bus station waiting for me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was a little worried that he might leave me stranded after what I did to him in Cincinatti, but he didn't play it like that. Instead, he was nice, said he was glad to see me, and then we hopped in his car and he drove to his grandmother's house. I'm like "what are we doing here?" and he's like "oh, I just need to stop here real quick". So, we got into his grandparent's house and he's just wasting time, he's messing around, hanging out, doing nothing. I'm like "Ryan - we need to go - I want to get back on the road before it's dark" and he's still puttering around. I couldn't figure out why he was wasting all this time when I needed to get my stuff packed and go home!
Finally we headed over to his house and we pull up in front of the house. There, right before my eyes is my car - all 4 tires are slashed and all of my windows are busted out. I started crying and grabbed my phone out of my bag - he snatched it from me, threw it out the window and said "Your not going anywhere - you have no transportation - I guess you are stuck here with me".
To be continued...