Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Nine
Dangerous Games
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot to this story. This is just fan fiction, I'm writing this for fun and for free. Any characters you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling, and all them smart, rich people.
Author's Note: This is fan fiction, a story idea from the brain that's mine entangled with J.K. Rowling's world and characters. I'm writing this for me, and posting it on Fanfiction.net so I have it saved. I'm not trying to impress anybody I'm just writing and saving that's all. Don't flame me if y'all don't like it, but if somebody should happen to enjoy it, please feel free but not obligated to leave a review. ~*Carey*~
Thank You: I would like to thank Nugristiel08lg and Karlei Shaynner for your reviews! I was kind of going for the Romeo + Juliet thing with Becky and Ron being from rival gangs. Sorry if the sex scene was too offensive or aggressive. Thanks for the reviews again! They mean a lot, and they make my day! Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying the story thus far!
Please Read: There may be some offensive material in this chapter and the next few to come. I'm not in a gang, I go to a school for not so good kids and know of a few people who are in gangs, but I'm a goody-goody two shoes, and have no involvement whatsoever in gangs, or drugs, or anything of the sort. I told y'all I have no life, and if I did it would be clear of the following situations.
Ron knocked on the door of the house he was ordered to go to. Jerry had sworn that there would be no bloods involved in this errand, and Ron desperately wanted Jerry to be right. He hadn't been sixteen a whole twenty-four hours yet, and his birthday was miserable enough as it was since everybody who knew it was his birthday wasn't even in the same country as Ron. Ron didn't need to be chased, or beat up, or shot at when he just turned sixteen.
Ron knocked on the door as he was told to. Ron knocked twice, paused, and knocked once and then took a step back from the door.
The door opened and Ron stepped inside the house looking around for a light. If this trade weren't with the bloods, then why would the lights be out like they had been when Ron went to trade with Becky?
"SURPRISE!"
Ron jumped, and a light turned on.
All the Crips from Brighton (Ray-ray, Day-day, Andre, R.J., Tony, Trey, and Josh) were there as well as Jerry.
"Happy birthday!" Jerry said handing Ron a beer.
"How did you know?" Ron asked.
Everybody looked at Josh.
"I only said that I didn't want you getting killed on your birthday." Josh said.
"But any other day's all right." Ron laughed. He swallowed a gulp of the beer and covered his mouth with his hand, as not to spit it out. "What in the hell did I just drink?"
"You've never heard of beer? Your drinking age is lower than ours, and you've never even tried it?" Trey asked with disbelief.
"Oh, no. I mean of course I know what beer is, its just I wasn't expecting it." Ron said.
"Well, when it says beer on the label, there's usually going to be beer inside." Tony said.
"Shut up." Ron said drinking some more beer.
Josh watched Ron with concern.
"J, you want one?" Tony asked.
"Yes he wants one. It's not going to kill you, Josh. At least try it." Ron said.
Josh took the beer from Tony and drank all of it quickly, before taking a breath and burping loudly.
Ron laughed. "See, now did that kill you?" Ron asked punching his cousin.
"Shut up." Josh said taking another beer.
The Crips spent the night drinking. Ron had the party of his life; he and Josh would have contests to see who could finish a beer first. The beer seemed to make Ron's problems and anxiety about home go away.
Once all the beer was gone, they all had shots of Vodka. By the time they finished that nearly everyone had passed out.
Jerry would now pay Ron for his errands in beer, which Ron thought was the best medicine in the world. Throughout the month, Ron had been drunk almost every other night, when he wasn't doing errands. He had had Laura (the muggle from the grocery store) over quite a few times as well, and Ron seemed to enjoy her presence better when she was as drunk as him.
Josh also drank quite a lot of alcohol, and when they'd party, the boys seemed to forget their problems, and leave reality altogether. They were having the time of their lives.
When Ron went to leave for an errand for Jerry in early April, he remembered the people making good things of their lives when he found a few letters addressed to him on the motel room bed. There was a snowy owl that could only belong to Harry, outside of the motel room on a tree branch waiting expectantly. Ron didn't have time to read the letters now, but he couldn't have Hedwig wait for him either. He wrote a quick note and tied it to Hedwig's foot before watching the bird fly away. Then he was off on his errand.
Nobody was waiting for him at the docks like they should've been. Ron wasn't going to wait for the Bloods wide open on the docks. That was too dangerous. Ron still couldn't believe Jerry sent him here again, only once out of the six times he had been here, had he run into people he believed were truly Crips, the rest had always turned out to be bloods. But Jerry had told Ron to make the trade whether it was the bloods or not. Ron knew tonight's errand was more dangerous than any errand before, but the promise of beer as always, had made him go. The beer would always be worth it, he reckoned, if he was lucky, which he had been, on most errands anyway.
Ron waited for any sign of movement on the docks, but nobody was there. Ron sighed in annoyance and was just about to leave when he was pushed face first into the street. Ron jumped to his feet quickly, only to be knocked down again. A baseball bat had slammed into his shin, and Ron cursed with pain as he tried crawling across the street. The bat struck Ron again, this time on the back of his shoulder, dislocating it.
"Where're the goods?"
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked as tears streamed down his face with pain.
"Don't play dumb with me English boy. Becky told us all about you."
"I don't know what you're talking about, and who in the hell is Becky?" Ron asked in pain.
"You know who I am!" Becky yelled kicking Ron in the ribs so that he rolled on to his back. He tried pulling himself towards the curb, but his arm was in too much pain, and the two bloods had the advantage of being on their feet with a weapon. He dragged his body off of the street.
The Blood with Becky slammed down the bat again, this time on Ron's ribs. Ron cried with pain and held his stomach protectively.
"Give up the goods, or I'll shoot you." The guy with Becky warned.
"Freaking shoot me, already! You're only getting it if I'm dead." Ron said.
"Have it your way." The guy said.
The guy however, did not pull out a gun, but he didn't hesitate to beat Ron into a coma before taking the drugs.
Ron opened an eye; the left one was stuck shut somehow. Ron could barely see out of the right one, and what he could see was blurry and bright.
"You're up?" A woman's voice asked with surprise.
"Who are you?" Ron asked sharply.
"I'm Dr. Johnson." The woman said.
"Where am I?" Ron asked.
"In a hospital." The woman said.
"Where?" Ron asked.
"Los Angeles. You have an accent, you aren't from around here, are you?" Dr. Johnson asked.
"No." Ron said.
"Do you remember what happened?" Dr. Johnson asked.
"Do you have a phone?" Ron asked.
Josh sat with Ron in the hospital.
"I was thinking, maybe we should leave." Josh said.
"You know we can't. The Crips are nationwide, they'll find you." Ron said.
"What about you?" Josh said.
"If we left, I'd be sent home, and then they'd put me in Bridgeton, they're only nationwide, like I said." Ron said.
"Ron, you didn't get the money. The bloods will still want to kill you for sleeping with Becky, and the crips will kill you for not getting the money. Ron if we don't leave you'll get killed. I was responsible for bringing you into this mess alive, and I'm going to get you out of it alive. Bridgeton can't be as bad as where you are right now. Your left eye is swollen shut." Josh said.
"They aren't going to let us leave Josh." Ron said.
"I called my next door neighbor, and they're giving a message to my mom. All she needs to do is perform memory charms." Josh said.
"You'll have to face Michael when you get back." Ron said.
"Physical pain has got to be better than worrying about you. I thought you were dead, and if you were to die out here, it would be my fault." Josh said.
"No it wouldn't. You didn't make me come out here, I wanted to. I screwed up with the weed. You saved me from going to Bridgeton. All my dad has to hear is that I made a mistake, and he'll send me without hesitation. He thinks I tried to steal my cousins' stuff, when they just wanted me out. They planted it there, and they even confessed after I left! I got in one fight with a rich bully, and my world turned upside down. It's been fun out here. Not necessarily the errands, but the parties, and the girls. Look, let me take the fall for you. My dad will think I influenced you anyway." Ron said.
"No, I'll take the blame, my mom knows me too well." Josh said.
"But she doesn't know me, so I'm taking the fall for you." Ron said.
Later that evening, Ron and Josh were playing chess. They had borrowed the muggle set from the pediatrics wing of the hospital. There was a knock on the door, and a doctor entered followed by Elizabeth who was in tears.
"Oh my God, Ron, Josh, boys I am so sorry!" Elizabeth sobbed hysterically.
Ron and Josh looked at her confused.
"Josh, Michael's gone, he's been gone. You two can come home now." Elizabeth cried.
"Ron won't have to go to Bridgeton?" Josh asked.
"I wish he didn't have to, but his father wants him home. I tried talking to him, but he refused to listen. He thinks this was all Ron's idea. I'm not saying it's entirely yours Josh, but Ron didn't really know a lot about muggle transportation, and the Knight Bus didn't take you out here. We've asked everybody. We've all been so worried about you two. I'm so happy you're both alive. DON'T YOU EVER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!" Elizabeth sobbed.
Ron flinched and Josh hung his head in shame.
"Mom, before you start screaming at us, will you do us a favor? It's the only way we can leave safely." Josh said.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"We ran away with some not so good muggles. Could you maybe perform some memory charms? They've got friends all over the country and you're not supposed to leave them." Josh said.
"Were you in a gang?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yes, and I'm really sorry." Josh said.
"Is this how you ended up here?" Elizabeth asked Ron brushing his damp hair off of his forehead.
"I'm really sorry aunt Elizabeth. My dad will make sure I'm sorry anyway, but I am really sorry. I messed up again, and I think I might've made Michael leave." Ron said.
"I promise you, you didn't. Michael wasn't the person I thought he was." Elizabeth said. "Now whose memories do I need to erase?"
The next morning, Elizabeth signaled the Knight Bus with her wand, and the three of them got off in Brighton, Massachusetts for Ron's things. Ron didn't have a lot of time to say goodbye, because the Knight Bus needed to get back to Europe.
"Ron, I'll write your parents. You aren't a bad kid. Maybe we can work something out this summer." Elizabeth said while Stan and Josh lifted Ron's trunk on to the violent purple triple-decker bus.
"That sounds great. Thank you for being so nice to me, after I screwed up and brought Josh down with me, I don't deserve your kindness." Ron said.
"Yes you do Ron. Take care of yourself, and stay out of trouble, all right?" Elizabeth asked embracing Ron and kissing him on the cheek.
"I'll try my best. Thanks for everything." Ron said.
Ron turned to Josh and looked down.
"Oh, shoot, I got your shirt." Ron said taking it off.
Josh pulled it back down. "Keep it." Josh said.
"Thanks." Ron said. "Thanks for everything. I never would've been alive if it weren't for you."
"I wouldn't have either. I would've had to do everything you did, and I couldn't have even if I tried." Josh said.
"You could've done it better than me." Ron said.
"Stay in touch, all right?" Josh asked.
"I'll try to, but I don't know what rules Bridgeton has. But, one way or another you'll hear from me." Ron said.
Josh punched Ron lightly on the back. "Take care." Josh said.
"I will. Stay out of trouble." Ron said.
"Look who's talking." Josh said.
"See you later." Ron said and he climbed on to the Knight Bus.
Author's Note: I'm sorry; I don't like how this chapter came out. I hope y'all enjoy it, and I apologize if you didn't. This is what happens, when I write when I'm sick. Oh, and don't worry, the story's far from over! ~*Carey*~