I'm back with more! Yay! I love you guys! Thank you orange-tide and slimkay for reviewing, your words make me happy. Wow, chapter 7 already. Time goes by fast. Oh, hey did y'all hear about Hurricane Rita? I'm sure you did. Anyways, it's headed right for me, here in Houston, Texas. Cat. 5 right now. Looking bad. This might be my last chap to y'all, but let's hope not. Keep me and my dad and friends and school in your prayers, if you will. You'll know if I'm alright when Monday rolls around and I send an update. If I don't update by next weekend at the latest...yeah, you get the point. Love you guys.
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Trey's left eye opened; his right eye was swollen shut. He saw a blurry ceiling. Every muscle in his body ached. He would have called out for someone, but he felt so weak and exhausted. He could hear someone saying something about cocaine. Offering the drug. Trey longed for the offer, but he figured he was in enough trouble already. Someone else was refusing it. Ryan. Trey did not like the idea of his younger brother seeing him like that; bruised, bloody, unconscious, weak. Had Ryan found him like that? Or had someone taken him to the hospital? Was he even in a hospital? Trey slowly made a fist out of his right hand. His fingers came across a soft fabric. No sheets or blankets. Whose home was he in?
"No, man. I don't want to get addicted to that shit again," Ryan said. Paul nodded and turned toward Trey. He tapped Ryan's shoulder at what he saw. Ryan looked at Trey and saw his fist moving very slowly across the couch.
"Trey!"
Trey stopped moving. Ryan knew he was awake. He could hear his brother's footsteps on the carpet as the teenager neared him.
Ryan knelt beside Trey, staring at his face. "Trey, hey, it's me."
"Ryan, where am I?" It was no surprise to Ryan that Trey was not at all panicked; Trey was strong.
"You're at Paul's house."
"Paul? Ryan, you came through."
"Of course I did. When have I not?"
"You shouldn't be here." Ryan studied his brother carefully, a confused expression on his face.
"Trey, you told me to come. Besides, you're my brother."
"I changed my mind. Get away while you still can." Trey felt his muscles tense up.
"Trey, look, you need to sleep, okay? You aren't in any shape to be talking and thinking so much. You don't need this stress. I'm here, and I won't leave."
"You have to. They're gonna kill me anyway."
"What? But you said as long as I bring the money..."
"You don't have it."
"What makes you think that?"
"You love the Cohens too much to ask them for money. Besides, you're an Atwood. You settle everything with fighting." Trey grinned slightly, but winced at the pain he felt. "Since you don't have the money, they'll kill us both. But you can still get away."
"I won't leave you. Trey, even if I did leave, I couldn't go back to New Port. They'll find me there and hurt the Cohens. Maybe kill them. It's over for us both, man. I knew that as soon as I hung up the phone after you called. It's out of our hands." Trey seemed satisfied with his brother's answer and relaxed.
Kirsten drove angrily. There seemed to be an endless amount of honking around her, but she heard none of it. She could only think of Ryan. How could he lie to her? She ran another red light as the honking continued. Her thoughts were the only things going by faster than her car. Her cell phone bagen to ring, but she did not answer it. Her mind was focused on finding her son. She could check Ryan's old house first, and then hospitals in Chino. When that thought entered her head, she pressed the gas pedal the rest of the way to the floorboard.
"Any luck?" Marissa asked.
"No, she won't pick up. She must be really freaked out. What did you say to her?"
"I told her that Ryan had lied to us, and I didn't know where he was. Then you picked up."
"And now you realize my mother's evil, undying love for us."
"No time for sarcasm, we have to get to Chino before your mom. She's never been there; she won't know what to do."
"You know, you and I have only been there like twice, and that qualifies us to know what to do?"
"Look, we know how rough it is. We've seen it, and I'll bet anything Ryan has told us a lot more than he ever tells your mom."
"I knew parents didn't have all the answers! Ha!"
"Look, do you have any idea where Kirsten will go?"
"Probably the hospitals. That's just her logic. She always thinks that someone's hurt."
"Great, call 411 for numbers to every hospital in Chino."
"You actually think we can get there before my mom?"
"It's worth a try. Why?"
"She drives like a maniac when she's stressed. She's probably flooring it as we speak."
"Then I will, too." Seth's back slammed against the seat as the car jetted forward.
So what do y'all think? R&R, and once again keep us in your prayers. My colorguard and school got cancelled at least until Monday, so there is a positive. I have to go and do some chores my dad asked me to do so our house is ready to go in case the power goes out or something. Love y'all. Hope to hear (read) from you soon. Pray! Love ya, angstyaddict, a.k.a Hev Nebel.