Bottles
A/N: This is just a little piece I thought of. I would never want to see this on the show, but I
wanted to write something different. So here goes!
When Ryan was four, he saw the bottles. He didn't know what they were, or what they said, but
they mad his mom and dad really mean. Whenever his mom held the bottle to her mouth, she
drank the gold liquid and Ryan thought that maybe it had some sort of angry potion in it that
made her mad. Sometimes she would break the bottle and he thought maybe she didn't like the
liquid anymore. He was wrong.
that the bottle had different types of liquid inside and it was all alcohol. It came in all different
colors and sometimes it was beer. Usually it was vodka, or rum. Trey once brought home a bottle
of his own and told Ryan to take a sip. He didn't want to, but Trey called him a pussy. So he took
a sip and said it tasted disgusting. Dawn saw him drink it and smacked him upside the head. Then
she took another drink from the bottle.
When Ryan was sixteen, he was used to the bottles. By this time, his Dad was in jail for having
too many drinks in him and committing armed robbery. Dawn, well Dawn didn't learn her lesson
and she still looked down the inside of the bottle. He knew this was the reason why his childhood
was a life of misery and abuse. Trey brought home a few bottles and had a few drinks, then told
Ryan to come with him because he had to show him something. Ryan didn't want to be called a
pussy again so he followed around Trey like he was his little bitch. They stole a car, they got
caught and it was the best thing that ever happened to Ryan.
When Ryan was with the Cohens, he didn't catch on right away. Kirsten would usually have a few
glasses of wine during a social event. It didn't bother him because he knew Kirsten wasn't like
that, that she was Dawn's total opposite. Then Teresa got pregnant, Ryan left, Caleb went to jail
and Seth had disappeared. Ryan came back to visit and then he saw them.
He saw the bottles.
He saw the bottle go to Kirsten's mouth as she sat at the kitchen island, her eyes cold, her warmth
completely washed away. Her hair was uncombed, her makeup running. Sandy hovered over her,
yelling out for her to stop. He would break the bottles, just like Dawn used to, but now Ryan was
old enough to know that breaking them wouldn't stop the angry potion. Kirsten would yell at
Sandy and grab onto Ryan and scream in his face. She would say nasty things and her breath
smelled of vodka, but Ryan just stood there and took it all in. Then she slapped him. She stomped
upstairs and passed out.
It was Dawn all over again.
Ryan rubbed his cheek and then left. He wanted to help, but he couldn't. He's been down this
road too many times before.
He got into Teresa's car and this time, instead of looking back he looked straight ahead.
He was done with that life.
He was done with the bottles.