Told ya I'm back with this story. Be warned, cause this is one of the not so happy go lucky chapters. If you don't like violence and stuff, don't read this one. But then again, if you don't like violence and stuff, you probably wouldn't read this story :D

Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own anything you recognized. Not the CSI characters, not Rihanna's Rockstar 101.

Now, enjoy.

Chapter 10

I never play the victim, I'd rather be a stalker (Rihanna – Rockstar 101)

The next week happened without any serious events. Ryan was mainly Douglas's guy for everything, from bringing the coffee to cleaning the floors. It was not exactly the most interesting thing to do, and Ryan noticed his OCD kicking in very hard at times. But he had noticed Douglas wasn't as observant as his father when it came to dust and dirt, so after a while, even the OCD had calmed down a bit.

But at the beginning of his second week, everything suddenly changed. The tone became harder, and he noticed some recruits shoving him 'accidentally' when he passed them by. Not the ones in his room, thank God. Somehow, it seemed that Chris, Wallace and Owen had started keeping an eye on him. He wasn't too sure if he just imagined it, but he noticed that one of them was always around, no matter at what time of the day. Not that it impressed Douglas in any way. Ryan had seen the man having a go at Owen. Ryan thought he had already heard a lot from his father, but it had been nothing in comparison to what poor Owen had to listen to. Ryan hadn't found out what the matter was, and why the sudden change in Douglas. Until he had talked to Christian. Christian, who was the only one who had been granted regular phone calls to home, had heard from his girlfriend that Douglas' son now officially had a record for assaulting somebody. The guys had found that rather funny; if anything, Douglas Jr. was even more despised at the base than his father. But Ryan hadn't joined in the fun. He knew at some point Darren, Vince and his crew would be charged with the assault, but he hadn't thought it would happen that fast; he had hoped nothing would happen until he was out of here. But again, it had gone wrong. Of course Ryan now understood why Douglas was suddenly so angry at him. But then again, what more could he do than convince his recruits to give Ryan a bit of a hard time by shoving him around?

He found out Wednesday the second week. It had been raining ever since the week before, and the ground outside had turned into a real swamp. Ryan hadn't seen daylight for a few days, but he had noticed the ever growing dirt from the recruits' shoes in the hallway he had to scrub. Plus, Owen, Christian and Wallace had poked fun at him by giving him their dirty uniforms to clean. It had been good natured, so Ryan didn't mind. He was actually quite happy that he had found some guys here that treated him like a human being. If everybody were like this, he wouldn't mind signing up too much. It was camaraderie Ryan had experienced only with Daniel before. Gentle fun poking, talks about naked girls, all that jazz. He had to admit he liked it. He felt accepted, even though he wasn't one of them.

But then Douglas suddenly came in the early evening, when they were having dinner, and announced a special workout. Ryan didn't react at first, but when all the recruits were gone and Douglas was still waiting, he raised his head, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you, Wolfe. Goddammit, you're even slower than your dad told me. Get off that chair before I make you!"

"But, Sir, I don't…"

Douglas was at his side within three or four swift steps and kicking the chair out from under him, "Did I tell you to ask questions? I said we're having a special workout, and I said you get up and join them outside!" Ryan had landed on his side, and with his ribs still mildly aching from the beating only two weeks ago, felt a sharp pain going through his body. Apparently, Douglas thought Ryan just didn't want to do what he was told, because now, he fiercely grabbed Ryan by the neck and pulled him onto his two feet. "Are you deaf, Wolfe? I said get up and go out!" He shoved Ryan towards the door. Ryan decided that there was nothing he could do to get out of this one. After all, it was only a workout. He could do that, he was sure; even with his wounds from the beating aching, he knew he was just in the same good shape as the others.

Two hours later and it was already dark outside. Douglas sent some of the exhausted recruits into the showers. Chris, Owen and Wallace were among them. When Ryan went to join them, Douglas yelled, "Not you, Wolfe! I cannot remember sending you back!"

Ryan stopped in his tracks. He wanted to go back, but Owen placed a hand on his shoulders and said, "Sir, I think the kid has had enough for today, Sir!"

Douglas gave Owen a look, "Crawford, you're back-talking me? Again?"

Ryan saw Owen swallow. He had already noticed on the first day that Owen hadn't yet gotten over the attack where they had cut his hair. The wounds may have healed, but the fear was all too present.

But Wallace remained standing next to Ryan, too, "Sir, really…"

"Shut up, Jackson, before I make you! And, you, Harris, don't even dare opening your mouth, or you won't get to speak to your lady friend for a month."

Christian seemed to not care, but Ryan motioned him to be quiet, "Don't. It's okay, guys, thank you, but I'm okay."

Owen muttered, "Yeah, now…"

But Wallace nodded, "Okay, kiddo. We'll be waiting for you."

The three walked off, and Ryan walked back to Douglas. He wished he could leave, though. He was soaked so much he shivered from the cold, and he was completely covered in mud. It hadn't stopped pouring during the whole work out, and Ryan was sure there wasn't a single inch of his body that wasn't wet.

But Douglas didn't show any pity. "Down, Wolfe. Down on your knees."

Ryan frowned, but knelt down nevertheless; what the heck was he planning? He found out when one of the recruits suddenly kicked him in the stomach so he had to double over. Another one of them planted his foot on Ryan's back and pressed him down so he was lying face front in the mud. He tried to get up again, but the recruit was holding him down hard. So he just tried to keep his head out of the mud.

Douglas knelt down next to his head. "So, Wolfe… My kid just got sentenced to community labour. I think we can be glad it didn't turn out worse, but still, I feel rather… yeah, angry. Have you got anything to say?"

Ryan knew the best thing would be to apologize. He really couldn't handle being beaten up again. But he hadn't caved in before the Junior, he would not ever cave in before the Senior. Not after having been humiliated in front of him at the dinner back when they had been over at their house. So he turned his head towards Douglas and spat out, "Yeah, You can be happy the girl your son tried to rape was too scared to come clean. Or else he might be the favourite prison bitch now."

Douglas chuckled, "And your dad said you had no back bone." He then grabbed Ryan's head and pushed it into the mud. "I can't help but feel a little respect for you. Truth be told, more than for my own son. He's a loser, really, but he is my son, and I love him, and I won't have you disrespect any of my family." He pushed Ryan's head further down, ignoring the bubbles that came up and indicated Ryan was having trouble breathing. "So I told my son I'd give you a lesson which you won't forget. And I still have two and a half weeks in front of me to make your life a living hell. Which I will do. And, if you decide to tell your father about it, I will report your uncle to the police. You made a mistake on your first day here, Wolfe. You showed how much you care about your uncle. So I can use that against you." He watched Ryan struggling to get the foot of the recruit off his back. "And believe me, I will. So, you better shut up and endure everything with a smile. And I do insist on the smile." He moved an inch closer and whispered into Ryan's ear, "And don't you ever provoke me. Don't you ever talk back to me. Don't you ever try to be smarter then me. Because each time you do any of this, I will break something in you. You will be begging me to stop. But I will continue, until there's nothing left in you to break." He let go of Ryan's head and motioned for the recruit to lift his foot off his back.

Ryan's head jerked out of the mud as he took in deep breaths, coughing. The black lumps that had formed into his mind slowly disappeared as he finally managed to get the air back into his lungs. He tasted mud. His body was shaking from coughs. The mud dripped down from his clothes, his hair, his face, every part of his body. He coughed more, trying not to vomit as he tasted the muddy water in his mouth. God, it was disgusting.

Douglas gave him a soft kick to the side, but Ryan was currently too weak to hold up and rolled over so he was lying on his back. Douglas looked down at him, "Do you understand what I said?"

Ryan wanted nothing more than to spit in this guy's face, to keep his head up high, no matter what the consequences were. But… If you decide to tell your father about it, I will report your uncle to the police… Ron. He couldn't let the guy report Ron. So he bit his lip and answered, "Yes, Sir, I fully understood what you were saying."

"And?"

"And I will do whatever you want."

Douglas grinned, "Repeat to me what you're gonna do."

Ryan closed his eyes, "Sir, I'm gonna do everything you order me to. I'm not gonna tell my father about any of this. I will not talk back to you. I will not provoke you. I won't try to be smarter than you."

"Look into my eyes while you're saying it." Ryan needed all his mental strength to look up into Douglas's eyes and repeat what he had just said. "Good." He placed his foot on Ryan's chest. "I will thoroughly enjoy this. I hope you will, too." He then walked away, not without saying. "I think the kid might need a haircut. Just take care you don't make the same mess as with Crawford."

"Yes, Sir!" the answer came back in unison from the remaining six recruits.

An hour later, finally, Ryan went to take a shower. He had waited in the mud, motionless, until he could be sure he would be the only one in the group shower.

When he looked at his face in the mirror, he felt like smashing it. His face was dirty from the mud, his eyes bloodshot. Luckily, he hadn't bled too much. He had kept quiet while the others had shaved his head, and only two or three scratches had started bleeding. He took his clothes off and turned the shower on. He just stood there, watching the water wash off the mud and blood, but his mind was far away. So, he had caved in before Douglas. For Ron. It was a good reason. He didn't doubt for a second that Douglas would report Ron. How much the police would believe was anyone's guess, but Ryan didn't want to risk anything. He would just live in this hell hole for as long as he needed, do everything in his power to keep that bastard happy, and endure any humiliation he had for him. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth so he could get some clean water in it. When he spat out again, the water was brown. Ryan sighed: hopefully there was nothing too dangerous in this mud. He must have swallowed quite a lot, judging from the strange taste in his mouth. He absolutely needed to brush his teeth. When the water that ran down him was finally clean, he started using the soap. He hated to use the soap, since it was everybody's soap, but it was the only thing he had. He had decided not to go into his room and get his own stuff. He didn't want the guys to ask questions. Although, they would when they saw the scratches on his head. He used the soap until it was completely gone, and still felt dirty. He tried to ignore the feeling, but it was hard.

Now, he ran his hands over his head. It was too familiar, just too much a déjà vu. He remembered that he had done the same thing back when he was a child and his father had shaved his head. Like it had been back then, he felt ashamed about not being able to defend himself and had to let somebody mess with his looks. Damn it! He rammed his fist hard against the ceramic wall. His hair was his, and still he couldn't do with it what he wanted. He would have wanted it longer, not as long as Ron's, but certainly longer than a military cut. But no! They didn't even let him keep his hair. He wondered if, in later life, he would ever be able to go to a hairdresser's without feeling a twinge of pain. He drove his fist against the wall again, ignoring the throbbing. And again. And again. And again. It helped him to forget the humiliation. And since he couldn't smash his fist into Douglas's stupid face…

And then he heard the door open with a creak.

THE BOGEY MAN'S COMING! ^^ Reviews are again much appreciated.