O.C is the property of someone else. I am just borrowing the characters.
I just like the names! JK
Anyway this is my first O.C fanfic and I own nothing.
"RYAN!"
The scream echoed through the quiet Newport air and into the Cohen household.
Sandy sat up quickly, breathing hard at being woken so harshly. He struggled to catch his breath as Kirsten woke and grabbed his arm out of fright.
"Sandy what was that?" Kirsten asked also out of breathe.
Before Sandy could answer their bedroom door swung open and Seth scurried in.
"Did you guys here something?" He asked quickly glancing around, expecting to see the boogeyman jump out of the shadows.
"I heard something all right, but I don't know what. Seth stay here with your mother, I'm going to check the house." Sandy said as he jumped out of the bed while pushing Seth in next to Kirsten. He grabbed one of his golf clubs that sat haphazardly near the door.
"Dad."
"No, stay here with your mother, don't leave this room until I come back. Okay?" he waited a few seconds before repeating himself.
"Yes, I understand." Seth replied placing an arm around his mother. Sandy creeped out the door.
"Dad?"
Sandy stuck his head back in.
"Be careful."
Sandy nodded and once again disappeared. He carefully negotiated his way down the dark steps after checking each room on the second floor.
Once reaching the main floor the only sound in the house was the ticking of the great grandfather clock in the dining room. It chimed to let the house know it was three in the morning. Sandy, holding the golf club over his shoulder like a bat, entered the living room. He was unsure of turning any lights on, so he continued in the dark. Just as he was entering the kitchen he heard glass breaking and a loud crash.
"Oh my God, Ryan!" He mouthed to himself. He quickly made his way to the back door and yanked it open.
There was Ryan laying on the patio, he was surrounded by glass and it looked that he had fallen though the glass door.
"Ryan!" Sandy yelled and made his way over, just as someone else came out of the pool house stepping over the jagged glass jutting up from the broken door.
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"RYAN!"
Ryan jerked out of his sleep at the sound of his name. He looked up into the wild eyes of his mother. Right away he could see that she was smashed. Drunk off her ass. As she leered closer he could see white powder around her nose.
Ryan jumped out of bed as she made her way closer.
"Mom! What are you doing here? Are you okay? What's going on?"
Dawn ignored him and kept advancing, Ryan continued to back up until he was against the windows that made up the walls of his room.
"How dare you leave me?! I raised you and you left! You filthy little bastard! Living here in riches while I am in rags! You are going to pay! I did not raise you to have you leave me!" Dawn continued yelling, repeating herself as she stumbled closer and closer to Ryan's position against the windows.
Ryan had only seen his mother this way once and he didn't remember much after. She was a worse drunk when she also had drugs in her system. She usually forgot whatever she did for the past week when she got this bad. Ryan had been eight when his mother first starting mixing the drink and drugs together. That year had been pure hell, ending up in the hospital eight times (eight times to match his eight years, he always thought.) To this day his right knee still bothered him from when she had thrown him down the stairs and left him with his leg bent unnaturally under him for 2 days. The doctor said he would be lucky to get away with just a limp. Ryan had done better then that and rarely had a limp except for when it was cold and rainy for more then three days or he had exercised it a little too much, which he was finding was happening now that he was playing soccer at school.
"Mom! You left me, remember! You left! I wanted to go back to you but you moved out of the house! Then you were here and got drunk and you left again! You left me!" Ryan screamed back, knowing he shouldn't argue with her in this state, but had to get it off his chest. He could feel tears threatening to flow but he held them back along with a few other choice words that he knew would get him nowhere.
"You ungrateful, little." Dawn yelled as she came even closer to Ryan. As soon as she reached him she swung out.
Ryan felt her purse connect with the side of his face, it felt like she had a brick in there. He stumbled to the side and fell holding his face. Dawn took this moment of weakness to start kicking. Ryan felt her sharp pointed toed-heeled shoes connect with his stomach, immediately his hands wrapped around his chest and stomach but it didn't stop the pain. She continued kicking until Ryan stopped moving. She smirked and lifted her pointed heel bringing it down on his right knee.
Ryan let out a small scream and managed to jump up and limp run away.
Dawn turned and went after him taking her time. Ryan was losing the battle to stay conscious fast, his knee was on fire and his stomach and chest was throbbing, he knew at least one rib was broken. He made it to the door and was just about to turn the knob when he felt his mother push/stumble into him. He turned towards her to stop the momentum but it was too late and he went through the glass.
He fell hard onto the patio, he could feel the glass in his back and now his head was throbbing along with his chest and knee, his stomach know just felt full. He looked up to see his mother step through the door to finish the job before he blacked out.
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Sandy watched in horror as Dawn stepped out and started towards Ryan bringing her foot out to kick him once again.
"NO!" Sandy yelled and ran over to Ryan and Dawn.
Dawn glanced up once hearing Sandy but evilly smirked as she drew her foot back farther.
Ryan's eyes slit open to Dawn's delight as she swung her foot, but it never connected.
Ryan blearily watched as Sandy stopped next to him and swung the golf club.
Sandy swung with all his strength but before the club could hit Dawn he slowed himself almost to the point of stopping, horrified at what he almost had done. He couldn't stop the complete swing and the blow glanced off Dawn's shoulder.
Sandy dropped the club immediately and too his horror Dawn dropped too. As soon as the blow had hit her shoulder she jerked back and her eyes rolled upwards and she dropped.
"Dawn!" Sandy yelped as she flew directly on top of Ryan.
"Ryan!" He yelled afterwards. Sandy quickly got on his knees to roll Dawn off Ryan. In the process feeling for pulse and almost losing it when he couldn't find one.
"Oh my God, oh my god! Call 911! Call 911!" He started yelling and chanting. He felt for Ryan's pulse and felt immense relief when he found it, beating strong.
He heard footsteps on the patio and seconds later Kirsten was kneeling next to him.
"What happened?" She gasped at the scene in front of her. Ryan lying in glass and blood, while Dawn was a few feet away staring straight up. Sandy, meanwhile was frantically wringing his hands, which she knew he did when he was really tense or freaking out.
"I didn't hit her that hard. She was going to hurt Ryan. I tried to stop her. I didn't hit her that hard!" Sandy rambled.
Kirsten knew he was freaking out.
Taking charge, she turned back to Seth who was staring at the two Atwood's in shock.
"Seth, I need you to take your father into the house and call the police. Do not let him out of your sight, understand?" When Seth didn't respond, she repeated herself louder. "Seth, can you do this? I need you to do this."
Seth finally met her eyes and nodded he came forward and wrapped an arm around his dad's and pulled him up.
"Come on, dad. We need to call the police." He said reassuringly as his dad struggled with him a bit, before nodding and letting Seth help him into the house.
Seth reached for the phone in shock. Everything was wrong. His father was out of it, Ryan was laying in his own pool of blood and Dawn looked catatonic. Suddenly an unwelcome thought entered his mind, Dawn wasn't catatonic she was dead. That was what his dad had been muttering, his father had hit and killed Ryan's mother.
"I need an ambulance.." Seth started when the operator picked up the phone.
"Umm.two ambulances. One for 16 year old male and another for a forty something female.." He trailed off again as the operator confirmed his address and nature of the call. "We also need the police." Seth added glancing at his dad who hadn't lifted his eyes from the table where he stood leaning against the island.
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Seth watched as the two ambulances pulled out of the drive, one immediately turning on its lights and sirens while the other hung back and pulled out slowly. His mother had jumped into the ambulance with Ryan again repeating to Seth to stay with his father and not to let him out of his sight. Seth was going to do absolutely that. Already in the back were 3 police men marking the scene and taking pictures. His father was still in the kitchen leaning against the island. A fourth cop walked in with a notepad and Sandy's golf club.
"Okay sir, were going to need a statement." When Sandy didn't respond the officer looked to Seth.
Seth gently walked up to his dad and led him to the kitchen table facing away from the pool house. Pushing him down into a chair, Seth leaned down to be eye level.
"Dad, the officer needs to know what happened. Can you tell him?" Seth asked, speaking to Sandy as if he was five.
Sandy glanced at Seth and gave him a small smile and nodded. Taking a deep breath he began from the scream that had all woken them up in the first place.
Seth sat across from his father, he was also curious on what had happened the past two hours.
In the dining room the grandfather clock struck 5 a.m.
So what do you think? If I continue I don't think I will draw it out too long. Just a little drama here and there. Anyway, just thought I would try out a little O.C fanfic
"RYAN!"
The scream echoed through the quiet Newport air and into the Cohen household.
Sandy sat up quickly, breathing hard at being woken so harshly. He struggled to catch his breath as Kirsten woke and grabbed his arm out of fright.
"Sandy what was that?" Kirsten asked also out of breathe.
Before Sandy could answer their bedroom door swung open and Seth scurried in.
"Did you guys here something?" He asked quickly glancing around, expecting to see the boogeyman jump out of the shadows.
"I heard something all right, but I don't know what. Seth stay here with your mother, I'm going to check the house." Sandy said as he jumped out of the bed while pushing Seth in next to Kirsten. He grabbed one of his golf clubs that sat haphazardly near the door.
"Dad."
"No, stay here with your mother, don't leave this room until I come back. Okay?" he waited a few seconds before repeating himself.
"Yes, I understand." Seth replied placing an arm around his mother. Sandy creeped out the door.
"Dad?"
Sandy stuck his head back in.
"Be careful."
Sandy nodded and once again disappeared. He carefully negotiated his way down the dark steps after checking each room on the second floor.
Once reaching the main floor the only sound in the house was the ticking of the great grandfather clock in the dining room. It chimed to let the house know it was three in the morning. Sandy, holding the golf club over his shoulder like a bat, entered the living room. He was unsure of turning any lights on, so he continued in the dark. Just as he was entering the kitchen he heard glass breaking and a loud crash.
"Oh my God, Ryan!" He mouthed to himself. He quickly made his way to the back door and yanked it open.
There was Ryan laying on the patio, he was surrounded by glass and it looked that he had fallen though the glass door.
"Ryan!" Sandy yelled and made his way over, just as someone else came out of the pool house stepping over the jagged glass jutting up from the broken door.
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"RYAN!"
Ryan jerked out of his sleep at the sound of his name. He looked up into the wild eyes of his mother. Right away he could see that she was smashed. Drunk off her ass. As she leered closer he could see white powder around her nose.
Ryan jumped out of bed as she made her way closer.
"Mom! What are you doing here? Are you okay? What's going on?"
Dawn ignored him and kept advancing, Ryan continued to back up until he was against the windows that made up the walls of his room.
"How dare you leave me?! I raised you and you left! You filthy little bastard! Living here in riches while I am in rags! You are going to pay! I did not raise you to have you leave me!" Dawn continued yelling, repeating herself as she stumbled closer and closer to Ryan's position against the windows.
Ryan had only seen his mother this way once and he didn't remember much after. She was a worse drunk when she also had drugs in her system. She usually forgot whatever she did for the past week when she got this bad. Ryan had been eight when his mother first starting mixing the drink and drugs together. That year had been pure hell, ending up in the hospital eight times (eight times to match his eight years, he always thought.) To this day his right knee still bothered him from when she had thrown him down the stairs and left him with his leg bent unnaturally under him for 2 days. The doctor said he would be lucky to get away with just a limp. Ryan had done better then that and rarely had a limp except for when it was cold and rainy for more then three days or he had exercised it a little too much, which he was finding was happening now that he was playing soccer at school.
"Mom! You left me, remember! You left! I wanted to go back to you but you moved out of the house! Then you were here and got drunk and you left again! You left me!" Ryan screamed back, knowing he shouldn't argue with her in this state, but had to get it off his chest. He could feel tears threatening to flow but he held them back along with a few other choice words that he knew would get him nowhere.
"You ungrateful, little." Dawn yelled as she came even closer to Ryan. As soon as she reached him she swung out.
Ryan felt her purse connect with the side of his face, it felt like she had a brick in there. He stumbled to the side and fell holding his face. Dawn took this moment of weakness to start kicking. Ryan felt her sharp pointed toed-heeled shoes connect with his stomach, immediately his hands wrapped around his chest and stomach but it didn't stop the pain. She continued kicking until Ryan stopped moving. She smirked and lifted her pointed heel bringing it down on his right knee.
Ryan let out a small scream and managed to jump up and limp run away.
Dawn turned and went after him taking her time. Ryan was losing the battle to stay conscious fast, his knee was on fire and his stomach and chest was throbbing, he knew at least one rib was broken. He made it to the door and was just about to turn the knob when he felt his mother push/stumble into him. He turned towards her to stop the momentum but it was too late and he went through the glass.
He fell hard onto the patio, he could feel the glass in his back and now his head was throbbing along with his chest and knee, his stomach know just felt full. He looked up to see his mother step through the door to finish the job before he blacked out.
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Sandy watched in horror as Dawn stepped out and started towards Ryan bringing her foot out to kick him once again.
"NO!" Sandy yelled and ran over to Ryan and Dawn.
Dawn glanced up once hearing Sandy but evilly smirked as she drew her foot back farther.
Ryan's eyes slit open to Dawn's delight as she swung her foot, but it never connected.
Ryan blearily watched as Sandy stopped next to him and swung the golf club.
Sandy swung with all his strength but before the club could hit Dawn he slowed himself almost to the point of stopping, horrified at what he almost had done. He couldn't stop the complete swing and the blow glanced off Dawn's shoulder.
Sandy dropped the club immediately and too his horror Dawn dropped too. As soon as the blow had hit her shoulder she jerked back and her eyes rolled upwards and she dropped.
"Dawn!" Sandy yelped as she flew directly on top of Ryan.
"Ryan!" He yelled afterwards. Sandy quickly got on his knees to roll Dawn off Ryan. In the process feeling for pulse and almost losing it when he couldn't find one.
"Oh my God, oh my god! Call 911! Call 911!" He started yelling and chanting. He felt for Ryan's pulse and felt immense relief when he found it, beating strong.
He heard footsteps on the patio and seconds later Kirsten was kneeling next to him.
"What happened?" She gasped at the scene in front of her. Ryan lying in glass and blood, while Dawn was a few feet away staring straight up. Sandy, meanwhile was frantically wringing his hands, which she knew he did when he was really tense or freaking out.
"I didn't hit her that hard. She was going to hurt Ryan. I tried to stop her. I didn't hit her that hard!" Sandy rambled.
Kirsten knew he was freaking out.
Taking charge, she turned back to Seth who was staring at the two Atwood's in shock.
"Seth, I need you to take your father into the house and call the police. Do not let him out of your sight, understand?" When Seth didn't respond, she repeated herself louder. "Seth, can you do this? I need you to do this."
Seth finally met her eyes and nodded he came forward and wrapped an arm around his dad's and pulled him up.
"Come on, dad. We need to call the police." He said reassuringly as his dad struggled with him a bit, before nodding and letting Seth help him into the house.
Seth reached for the phone in shock. Everything was wrong. His father was out of it, Ryan was laying in his own pool of blood and Dawn looked catatonic. Suddenly an unwelcome thought entered his mind, Dawn wasn't catatonic she was dead. That was what his dad had been muttering, his father had hit and killed Ryan's mother.
"I need an ambulance.." Seth started when the operator picked up the phone.
"Umm.two ambulances. One for 16 year old male and another for a forty something female.." He trailed off again as the operator confirmed his address and nature of the call. "We also need the police." Seth added glancing at his dad who hadn't lifted his eyes from the table where he stood leaning against the island.
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Seth watched as the two ambulances pulled out of the drive, one immediately turning on its lights and sirens while the other hung back and pulled out slowly. His mother had jumped into the ambulance with Ryan again repeating to Seth to stay with his father and not to let him out of his sight. Seth was going to do absolutely that. Already in the back were 3 police men marking the scene and taking pictures. His father was still in the kitchen leaning against the island. A fourth cop walked in with a notepad and Sandy's golf club.
"Okay sir, were going to need a statement." When Sandy didn't respond the officer looked to Seth.
Seth gently walked up to his dad and led him to the kitchen table facing away from the pool house. Pushing him down into a chair, Seth leaned down to be eye level.
"Dad, the officer needs to know what happened. Can you tell him?" Seth asked, speaking to Sandy as if he was five.
Sandy glanced at Seth and gave him a small smile and nodded. Taking a deep breath he began from the scream that had all woken them up in the first place.
Seth sat across from his father, he was also curious on what had happened the past two hours.
In the dining room the grandfather clock struck 5 a.m.
So what do you think? If I continue I don't think I will draw it out too long. Just a little drama here and there. Anyway, just thought I would try out a little O.C fanfic