"Hey stud." Riley said, getting up off his bed.
Ryan's blue eyes were wide and he was confused, "Riley?"
Riley laughed a bit, "Who else?" She joked.
"B-But you're supposed to be-"
"I'm clean Ryan. Been out for a whole month." She said, a sleek smile pressed onto her face.
No. This wasn't right. When Riley was arrested for shop lifting again, they found mounds of coke on her. She was sentenced to rehab for six to eight months. It had only been five.or was it six?
"How'd you find me?" He asked, still a bit shocked.
She shrugged, "I saw Trey." Ryan looked away from her. "You really should go see him you know. No matter what happened, he still is your brother." She said.
Ryan looked at her and shook his head, "no, no he isn't."
Riley's eyes went big, "What? What, you think that living in this place makes you any better than him, Ry? Think that those people are your family? They aren't Ryan! Me and Trey, we're your family." She whispered towards the end.
She was right. They were his family. He never had his mother or his father. Her alcoholic rages, and his father jail time never made them the greatest parents. For years he followed Trey. For years he was with Riley. For years, she was a crack addict.
But she looked a lot better. She had finally gained some weight, and looked much less frail. She had color in her cheeks, and a sparkle in her eye. She could have been clean, completely to the naked eye. But not to Ryan.
"What's happened to you, Ryan?"
"Nothing's happened Riley. You are really overreacting."
She looked down at his shoes, and all the way back up to his face. "Doc Martins. Diesel, wait, no Armani Exchange Jeans, right?" She reached out, and played with the rim of his polo shirt, "I liked the old Ryan. What happened to him?"
"Riley, why are you here?"
She turned away from him, walking around the room, "I just got out of rehab. Do I really need to give you a reason Ryan? If you really need one, I have plenty."
"Have you heard from your mom?"
She laughed, "Have you heard from yours?" Ryan was silent. "Face it Ryan, we're two peas in a pod."
"What do you need Ri?"
She shrugged, "a place to stay would be nice." She said with a smile.
"I can't. You can't stay here. If they find you-"
"I figured as much." She said, a smirk on her face. She turned around, picked up her bag and began walking toward the door, "I'll see you around Ryan."
"Wait!" He called, "Don't leave."
Ryan's blue eyes were wide and he was confused, "Riley?"
Riley laughed a bit, "Who else?" She joked.
"B-But you're supposed to be-"
"I'm clean Ryan. Been out for a whole month." She said, a sleek smile pressed onto her face.
No. This wasn't right. When Riley was arrested for shop lifting again, they found mounds of coke on her. She was sentenced to rehab for six to eight months. It had only been five.or was it six?
"How'd you find me?" He asked, still a bit shocked.
She shrugged, "I saw Trey." Ryan looked away from her. "You really should go see him you know. No matter what happened, he still is your brother." She said.
Ryan looked at her and shook his head, "no, no he isn't."
Riley's eyes went big, "What? What, you think that living in this place makes you any better than him, Ry? Think that those people are your family? They aren't Ryan! Me and Trey, we're your family." She whispered towards the end.
She was right. They were his family. He never had his mother or his father. Her alcoholic rages, and his father jail time never made them the greatest parents. For years he followed Trey. For years he was with Riley. For years, she was a crack addict.
But she looked a lot better. She had finally gained some weight, and looked much less frail. She had color in her cheeks, and a sparkle in her eye. She could have been clean, completely to the naked eye. But not to Ryan.
"What's happened to you, Ryan?"
"Nothing's happened Riley. You are really overreacting."
She looked down at his shoes, and all the way back up to his face. "Doc Martins. Diesel, wait, no Armani Exchange Jeans, right?" She reached out, and played with the rim of his polo shirt, "I liked the old Ryan. What happened to him?"
"Riley, why are you here?"
She turned away from him, walking around the room, "I just got out of rehab. Do I really need to give you a reason Ryan? If you really need one, I have plenty."
"Have you heard from your mom?"
She laughed, "Have you heard from yours?" Ryan was silent. "Face it Ryan, we're two peas in a pod."
"What do you need Ri?"
She shrugged, "a place to stay would be nice." She said with a smile.
"I can't. You can't stay here. If they find you-"
"I figured as much." She said, a smirk on her face. She turned around, picked up her bag and began walking toward the door, "I'll see you around Ryan."
"Wait!" He called, "Don't leave."