The past few days have been...strange. Brendon had started talking to me less and less. I mean, less than he already was. He wasn't much of a converser when it came to things. And honestly I haven't bothered to question it. But besides that, he's been avoiding everyone. And by everyone, I mean everyone except the random short spurts of conversation between us. It's like he's slowly disappearing into the shadows. But with the feeling that he's still there. Watching you. Watching your every move. Watching every mistake you'd make. But he'd act fast and fix it before it became noticeable, and made his way back out of sight.

Brendon was trusting me with so much. I was the one leading the whole show, now more than ever. Earlier today Mazieo, one of the jester looking clowns, had called me something other that Ross. She called me Leader. And she didn't stutter either. It was as if she actually meant to. To be quite honest, I was taken aback. That was shocking to me. But I didn't let myself show it. I just didnt know what to do about the situation.

"Ryro!" Mary's voice startled me, causing me to jump out of my seat. Literally. I fell and landed on lower part of my left shoulder on the hard wood floor. I let out a small whine of pain, and Mary just slightly laughed. Thanks for your concern. "Stop spacing out on me, ya clumsy man."

"S-Sorry." I slowly get up from the floor, rubbing my now sore shoulder. "J-Just thinking about...work." It felt weird saying that it was work. I had an actual job as a co-ringleader in a circus. Not the job I had intended on all those years ago. But it paid surprisingly well, and I enjoyed it. There were many nice people that I've worked with.

"Speaking of your work." Mary made a disgusted face. She's always had a hate towards it. Especially since she was a part of it for quite some time before I was ever introduced to it. Well, technically re-introduced to it. "At the wedding. They aren't invited. I don't want anything to do with them there." She stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"I...well. I can't just say that they can't come." I reply, trying to defend them all. Honestly, they're all so excited. From what I could tell anyways. I didnt want to hurt them and say they couldn't go.

"Uh, yeah actually you can. Your freak show friends aren't coming. Whether you like I or not." She smirked and took a sip of her wine. This got me angry.

"First off, we're not a freak show. You should know since you were in fact a part of it all." I rolled my eyes and sighed in frustration.

"I told you to never speak of that again." She slammed down her wine glass. The liquid inside swirled around crazily. And a glare was all I got from her.

"And why not?" I reply. "Its not like it didn't happen."

"I want to forget it all. Every last thing about it. Start a whole new life somewhere else after our wedding." She looked down as she said this, her finger slightly tracing the top of the glass.

"Well I get that. I really do." I really didn't to be honest. Yes I know she hated it. But this is my work. I cant just up and leave. I mean, I can. But imagine getting another job. What are some of your past work experiences?  Oh, I worked as a co-ringleader in the Sin Circus from Las Vegas Nevada. And how exactly did that turn out for you? I'd still be there and traveling, but my wife wanted to move. Just one more question...How exactly is this previous experience going to help you in our finance department? I honestly have no clue. Ryan, shut up. Just shut up. Stop talking to yourself in your head, Mary's looking at you weird.

"If you get where I'm coming from, then do me a favor and get those thi-people...out of our wedding picture." Did she really just do what I thought she did? My mouth widened in shock.

"Were you just about to call them things?! What the fuck is wrong with you? You act like they're lab experiments!" I stand up from my chair and grip the edge of the table in a firm hold. Calm yourself Ryan.

"Calm down, Ryro. No need to get all defensive." She took another sip of her wine with a smirk. It was like she wanted me to get all defensive.

I ignored her comment. "I can't believe you! At least have some gratitude."

"Gratitude? Why would I show gratitude to the people whom despise me most? Whom have put me through hell over the last few years?" All she did was stare up at me with her saddened eyes.

I never actually noticed how horrible they had been treating her, to be quite honest. But I doubted that in every way possible. The performers were nothing but nice and kind to her, if not terrified to even talk to her. They were probably just as afraid to fuck up around her as they were with Brendon. So why is she lying to me? What's the real reason she's acting like this?

"So, let me get this straight...You don't want them to be at our wedding because they were the ones that put you through hell? That's like saying I don't want your family and friends to show up because I don't like their faces. Explain this to me please?" I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her. But all she did to reply to me was roll her eyes. "So my family and friends aren't allowed to show up to the wedding?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. They aren't your family. They never will. You have no family. You're an orphan kid, whom needed a shit ton of mental help. And I was nice enough to take you away from all the shit you were going through. And as for friends, they're all scared of you Ryan. Can't you see it? You're slowly taking Brendon's place. Slowly becoming what he is. You really think that they're your friends?" She stood up from her seat at the table. "Care about me and our wedding? I'd advise you to keep them away from a serious moment for us." And with that, she walked out of our hotel room. I couldn't believe what she had just said to me. Was it true? Was what she said true? The voice inside my head isn't giving me an answer this time.

This all angered me. It angered me to the point of wanting to punch her. But she's not here. And I don't think I'd actually do that to her. But I could feel my fists clench against the table. And I couldn't help it. Screaming out, I threw the table, knocking it on its side. Dishes and glasses few across the room, shattering against the floor. I flinched as to how it sounded

I sighed, noticing how much of a mess I had made. Now time for it to be cleaned up. By the one and only Ryan fucking Ross the mental orphan kid.