Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170912003506

He was so focused on his purpose here, he didn't even register what Michael was saying. He saw him. He heard his voice, but the words just didn't sink in. Kyla had suffered more than she deserved, more than Leroy was even prepared to tolerate. Now Ryan should get that too.

"I had it all along," said Leroy, cutting straight to the point. He removed the photo from his pocket, and held it up, before returning it to his pocket again. "The picture of your secret. You're going to make it up to Kyla tomorrow, and she is going to believe all this was your idea. Anything she asks for, you're going to do it. Neither you, that judas Kirby, or any of your little shower buddies are going to use her any more. Or I'm going to blanket this whole shit heap of a town with copies of this picture. Don't believe me? I'll leave something under your door tomorrow morning to prove how serious I am."

He turned to face the door, took a few steps towards it, then looked back. "And if you think you can dig around in my life, take your best shot. I ain't got any secrets, and I doubt there will be many people left to do any digging for you." He walked out the gym, to leave Ryan to think hard on what he'd just said.