Here am I again. Reviews are still appriciated and thanks for those I've already received :)
He hated this place and he still had no clue what in hell's name had gotten him into this. Nobody had told him anything; despite that he couldn't life at the Cohens, because after a few months there he still hadn't brought his life back on tracks again. Bullshit. He had kept out of trouble, no fights, no police…okay. This thing with Oliver wasn't the smartest action, but at the end they had gotten the proof that his suspicions regarding him had been right.
But when he was honest to himself, he had known from the very beginning that his luck wouldn't last way too long. He shouldn't be surprised that it had turned out that way. For sake his talent for not losing too many words had kept him out of trouble until now. But he knew that one of the educators was keeping an eye on him and he knew that he couldn't avoid this pervert for ever.
"Atwood, it's your turn for kitchen duty." His 'special educator' said. He was wrong. His turn had been yesterday, but if they didn't like you, they did everything to harass you. He was okay with that, because thus they had no time to harass the shortys. He felt a heavy slap at the back of his head. "Hurry up! I'm not waiting for ever!" Okay, now it had begun. He said nothing and did nothing. He only went to do, what they wanted him to do otherwise this place was going to be hell on earth for him. Why in hell's name did he always has to be the fucked up? No matter where he occured or who met him, everytime it was the same: he was going to have a rough time. He should stop whining, 'cause it led to nothing but depression and this place here was enough depresseion he didn't need another one.
Later that evening he sat on a table in the recreation room, doing some homework. According to what he had called homework in this Harbor School, this was nothing, but needed to be done, if he didn't want to get trouble. He hated this word. But it was useless even trying to do it properly. His thoughts were bothered with other things than mathematical equations. He never had thought that he would miss the conversations with Seth about him and his girls. Okay, he more missed Seth's monologues. It always had been fun to listen to him. Seth was quite a good talker and he admired him for that. Before he had met Seth for him every single word was more than a fight, but he had shown him that talking wasn't as hard as he thought it was, although he still was not good in talking and this here wasn't going to improve it.
"Ryan, can you help me with math?" It was a Joey. He was eight, short, skinny and wore glasses, in conclusion the best victim for their educators and the other kids around here.
"Sure." He answered.
"Okay, I only go and get my stuff." He liked the boy. Not only because he was sorry for him, because of the way he was treated by the others. Joey was a smart little boy and maybe the most kind-hearted kid he ever had met. He didn't understand why they weren't able to find a family for him. Why did they find families for those who only made trouble instead of those who really deserved to have a loving family? Okay, here he was. He hadn't been like Joey, but there had been someone who had wanted him as a part of hisfamily, thus he figured that this question was in somehow screwed. Fuck, he never had thought that he really would miss all of them and he never had thought that he would consider the Cohens as his family. At leats he even didn't consider his biological mother as a Mum. Okay, maybe this whole topic was in somehow screwed and racking his brain about it only would drvie him nuts, thus he drove this topic away. Far, far away.
He heard something falling onto the ground. He turned round. No it wasn't something, it was someone. Joey. Cole, his 'special educator' had tripped him and now was starting to grasp Joey's at his neck, lifting him of the ground that Joey's feet had no contact to the ground.
"How often do I have to tell you, to take care of where you walk?" He asked him, frightening.
"So…sorry. Cole. I didn't mean to bother you." Joey answered shy and sobbing.
"No, this time was one time too much…" He knew what this meant. He got up and went to Cole.
"Why don't you look for one on your eye level?" He looked into Cole's eyes, knowing that he would flip if he didn't show respect and compliancy.
"And you think you're this special one on my eye level?" Cole let Joey down.
"Have a crack at it and you'll see."
"You wanna provoke me?"
"Shut up and knock me down." Cole turned around to his other educator friends, all nodding in agreement. He knew that now he had navigated himself into two years trouble twenty-four seven.
"Okay." With these words Cole hauled off and the next he felt was a stabbing pain on his left side of his face. He remained standing, as if nothing had happened. He had accepted harder punches than this one. This was not even close to what A.J. could have done to him, when he had been drunk and in rage.
"Looks like you're slow off the mark." The next punch hit his stomach region, but he remained on his feet. It wasn't like he didn't want to defend himself. The question was whether it was a good thing to do so, with all the other educators around. Three against one. No, he wouldn't win this. Cole grabbed him on his shoulders and with all his force he pushed him against the hard brick wall behind them. His breath stopped for a few seconds after his back hit the wall. No, this was nothing good. Now Cole had started to have fun. He punched his side, as if he was nothing more than a lifeless meat. Again and again, left right, left right. He bit his teeth, for not starting to cry out the pain he was in after what felt like a hundred punches in his side. After an eternity Cole stopped beating him and let off of him.
"You should have piped down, because now I'm going to be your worse nightmare." Cole hissed. When he had left with his friends, he slowly slid down the wall. He has had no idea what hurt most. His side, his head? He closed his eyes. It felt as if everything was spinning around. When he opened his eyes again, it took a little bit until his vision was clear again.
"Ryan, are you…are you okay?" He heard Joey saying. No he was not, but you can't tell a kid.
"Yepp." He said and slowly got up, with one hand on the wall, just in case he was losing his balance.
"Sure?" This big green eyes looked at him.
"Sure, just sit down right there. I'll come in a sec and we do your math homework." He answered. Joey nodded and went to the table where he had sat.
Then he went to the lavatories. In the mirror he examined his eye. This was going to be a nice look, but there was nothing bleeding or anything, he had no trouble with his vision only a slight headache. His head was okay. And the rest of his body? This probably was going to be nice coloured. He splashed cold water into his face to cool the bruise in his face and then went out. In the hallway he met Cole again.
"At the end of this week, you're going to wish you'd be dead." Then he had to be glad that his wishes never were going to become true. He didn't say anything, but headed to Joey.
