how life had changed, three monthes ago he was happy and out-going with a beautiful doting wife and two teenage sons who seemed happy, how the hell did he go from that to staying in a hotel his wife refusing to talk to him and his oldest son Seth only spoke to him to tell him how much of a screw up he was.
His other son Ryan, now that was a different story altogether, Sandy had no idea where he was, if he was safe and he knew it was all his fault...
three months ago ...
Ryan went home straight from school he'd just been suspended for hitting that little punk Oliver, Dr Kim seemed more than pleased to be getting rid of him he walked in to the poolhouse hoping to avoid the Cohens for a while he knew he had done wrong by hitting him but hell he deserved it and if Ryan was honest it felt fucking great .
He stepped inside to find Sandy sitting in the 'chair' Ryan always knew it was time for a lecture when the chair was being put to use 'hey' said Ryan not looking Sandy in the eye,
'sit down' said Sandy in a firm tone Ryan didn't protest instead he sat on the bottom of his bed and waited for Sandy to start the lecture 'Dr Kim called today, is there anything you have to say in your defense' he asked 'i didnt think i was in court' ryan muttered 'dont get smart kid, what the hell were you thinking attacking that kid the way you did '
ryan couldnt help but flinch as sandy bellowed at him, shit he must have really srewed up this time he had never heard sandy yell at anyone 'i wasnt exactly one sided said ryan he hit you first? sandy asked raising his eyebrows 'no; said ryan quietly looking down at the carpet i cant say im surprised ryan said sandy getting up, he rubbed his temples as he paced the room ryan sat there watching him do you have any idea what it took for us to take you in he asked finally ryan snapped his head in sandys direction looking at him puzzled i really thought i could help you kid, sandy started you have , you are said ryan lowering his gaze once more i wish that were true kid i really do but i find it hard to believe when your either coming home with a bruised face or bruised knuckles said sandy sighing loudly i can explain about today if you'll let me said ryan i dont think it'll make any difference said sandy what do you mean asked ryan who had stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets t hide the trembling im gonna call your social worker, tell her to find you somewhere more suitable im sorry kid he said but i think we both know bring you to newport was a mistake he said as he left the poolhouse closing the door behind him