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Seth sat in the car, looking out of the window. He thought about his life. About Summer, his parents, and Ryan. Though he never said so to Ryan, he thought of him as his brother. His really cool big brother. Not like most of the Newport losers that he went to school with. Except Luke. Luke was ok. He smiled as he thought about all the trouble they'd gotten into since he arrived. The car stopped in front of a huge Blockbuster. They all stepped out. Sandy was really looking for forward to renting some good movies.
Ryan walked back inside the house. He heard a noise and looked outside. There was someone jumping in the bushes. "Probably one of Luke's friends." he thought as he turned around to look for his mom. He saw her near the door looking out. "Mom? What are you doing?" She turned around, a bit surprised to see her son. "Just looking outside, babe. This place is so beautiful...Why didn't you go with the Cohens?" Ryan looked a little hurt. "I thought maybe we could talk...the Cohens said you could stay here for a while." Dawn looked a little sad as she slurred out: "Sorry I'm a little distant today, Ryan. How 'bout we talk over a cup of coffee." Ryan looked happy. He thought that maybe his mother had finally changed. "I'll get you some clean sheets, toothbrush, stuff like that." he whispered quietly. She grinned at him. She attempted not to breathe in his face so he wouldn't know she was drunk. Luckily, he turned around to go. When she was sure he was gone, she sneaked into the pool house.
Ryan went to find things that would make Dawn feel at home. He came back a few minutes later. There was no coffee on the counter, and no Dawn. "Mom?" He said, looking around. The balcony that led outside was wide open, and a soft breeze floated onto his face. He walked outside. The lights in the pool-house were all turned on. "At least she didn't run off." he thought. He went off towards the pool house. He was holding on to the faint hope that maybe his mother had changed. Maybe she wasn't the drunken, mean mother she used to be. He opened the pool house door without knocking. After all, it was his. He heard sounds. The uneasy rasp of his mother's voice, and someone else's. "Mom?" he asked, trying to smile. She looked over the couch. She looked a little drunk, but Ryan wasn't worried about that. He was worried about the person sitting next to his drunk mother. "Who are you talking to?" He asked softly. His mother stood up, trying to make sure he couldn't see who it was. He looked over her shoulder. "A.J." He said it as more of a statement, and not a question. Of course it was A.J. Whenever things were going good, she'd bring in her boyfriend and ruin everything. Well not for her, at least. For her as long as there was alcohol in the house, she was perfectly content.
"Hey kid." said A.J. He sounded sober. That was a bad thing. He hit harder when he was sober. A.J. was, as Ryan used to say, one of best of the worst of his mother's boyfriends. He hit him, yeah, but only when he thought he deserved it. Like if he stole his booze. Ryan took the beatings most of the time, but every once and a while, he fought back. If A.J. was sober, he'd remember it the next day, and then he'd be screwed. Another thing Ryan knew about A.J. was that he never did anything without having a reason for it. That's what really frightened him right now.
"What do you want." demanded Ryan, trying unsuccessfully to mask his fear. A.J. looked stunned. "What do you mean? I can't visit my girlfriend's son every once and a while?" Ryan glared at him. "I thought you two broke up." he said. A.J. shrugged. "We got back together." He walked past Ryan, who closed his eyes and turned around. A.J. looked at all the things in Ryan's pool house. "This is a nice place you got here, kid." he stated, picking up a picture of Marissa and Ryan. Ryan grabbed the photo from his hands. "What do you want?" he growled, angry now. A.J. looked at him. "Your mom called me a couple hours ago and said we should, you know, help you guys clean up." he smirked. Ryan looked a bit confused. "Clean up?" A.J. nodded. "You know, since you guys have got so much, I figured you could, how can I put this, share the wealth." he looked directly at Ryan's eyes, who looked down. "You're robbing the house." he whispered, almost to himself. A.J. considered giving him a chance. "I'll give you a chance, Ryan. If you help us, you can come along, leave these rich assholes behind." Ryan laughed. "You have got to be kidding me." he said. A.J. shrugged in a way that it made it seem like he actually cared. "Your loss." he said, drawing his fist back to punch.
Ryan looked up, but unfortunately a second too late to block, so instead he received a monster sized punch to the face. His cheek instantly burned in pain, and he doubled over. A.J. took his moment of weakness to kick him in the stomach. He huffed and fell to the floor. A.J. punched him a few more times. He really seemed to be enjoying beating up his girlfriend's son. Ryan attempted to get up, but it was no use. His face ached and he felt like he was going to puke. Then, as suddenly as the attack had begun, it ended. He heard his mother yell: "Cut it out, we gotta get out of here soon" She put a hand on A.J.'s shoulder. It was shaken off as he turned around. He pointed a grease stained finger at Dawn. "You stay out of this, bitch." he hissed. Ryan, who had been in the process of standing up, leaned over a little, hand on his stomach. He turned A.J. around briskly, and dealt him a blow to the face. "Don't talk to my mom like that, you no good freeloader!" he shouted as he managed to get another punch in. Through the element of surprise, Ryan had managed two good shots on A.J., but the truth is A.J. was twice his size, and to add to that, now he was pissed as hell. He pushed an already weakened Ryan over.
A.J. didn't really want to kill the teenager, he just wanted him to be unconscious so he wouldn't be a bother. Deep down, he knew that Ryan wouldn't rat them out. Dawn was his mom, and as much as he disliked her, he still loved her and cared for her. He continued to punch Ryan, who was now bleeding profusely from the nose. He hated the damn kid. He had no idea why, but he did. Even though Ryan had stopped moving, he picked him up by the lapels. Ryan's head flopped against his own shoulder as he fluttered his eyes open. A.J. sighed somberly and shoved Ryan through the glass doors. The sound of the glass shattering rang out through the pool house and made Dawn jump. She had found some booze in Ryan's cabinets, and had decided to drink it. She laughed at the sight of her unmoving son. "Oops." she spattered out. A.J. shook his head and tossed the bottle of vodka out of her hands. "Come on. We gotta get out soon." He took out a bunch of black garbage bags out of his duffel bag, and started grabbing some of the more valuable items from Ryan's room. Dawn, in the background, tried to sober up. If not for her son, then for the money that was to be made from his new family.
***How do ya like that? Please review! More soon, I promise! Sorry about the long chapter, but I didn't want to leave it in the middle of nothing. :)***
Seth sat in the car, looking out of the window. He thought about his life. About Summer, his parents, and Ryan. Though he never said so to Ryan, he thought of him as his brother. His really cool big brother. Not like most of the Newport losers that he went to school with. Except Luke. Luke was ok. He smiled as he thought about all the trouble they'd gotten into since he arrived. The car stopped in front of a huge Blockbuster. They all stepped out. Sandy was really looking for forward to renting some good movies.
Ryan walked back inside the house. He heard a noise and looked outside. There was someone jumping in the bushes. "Probably one of Luke's friends." he thought as he turned around to look for his mom. He saw her near the door looking out. "Mom? What are you doing?" She turned around, a bit surprised to see her son. "Just looking outside, babe. This place is so beautiful...Why didn't you go with the Cohens?" Ryan looked a little hurt. "I thought maybe we could talk...the Cohens said you could stay here for a while." Dawn looked a little sad as she slurred out: "Sorry I'm a little distant today, Ryan. How 'bout we talk over a cup of coffee." Ryan looked happy. He thought that maybe his mother had finally changed. "I'll get you some clean sheets, toothbrush, stuff like that." he whispered quietly. She grinned at him. She attempted not to breathe in his face so he wouldn't know she was drunk. Luckily, he turned around to go. When she was sure he was gone, she sneaked into the pool house.
Ryan went to find things that would make Dawn feel at home. He came back a few minutes later. There was no coffee on the counter, and no Dawn. "Mom?" He said, looking around. The balcony that led outside was wide open, and a soft breeze floated onto his face. He walked outside. The lights in the pool-house were all turned on. "At least she didn't run off." he thought. He went off towards the pool house. He was holding on to the faint hope that maybe his mother had changed. Maybe she wasn't the drunken, mean mother she used to be. He opened the pool house door without knocking. After all, it was his. He heard sounds. The uneasy rasp of his mother's voice, and someone else's. "Mom?" he asked, trying to smile. She looked over the couch. She looked a little drunk, but Ryan wasn't worried about that. He was worried about the person sitting next to his drunk mother. "Who are you talking to?" He asked softly. His mother stood up, trying to make sure he couldn't see who it was. He looked over her shoulder. "A.J." He said it as more of a statement, and not a question. Of course it was A.J. Whenever things were going good, she'd bring in her boyfriend and ruin everything. Well not for her, at least. For her as long as there was alcohol in the house, she was perfectly content.
"Hey kid." said A.J. He sounded sober. That was a bad thing. He hit harder when he was sober. A.J. was, as Ryan used to say, one of best of the worst of his mother's boyfriends. He hit him, yeah, but only when he thought he deserved it. Like if he stole his booze. Ryan took the beatings most of the time, but every once and a while, he fought back. If A.J. was sober, he'd remember it the next day, and then he'd be screwed. Another thing Ryan knew about A.J. was that he never did anything without having a reason for it. That's what really frightened him right now.
"What do you want." demanded Ryan, trying unsuccessfully to mask his fear. A.J. looked stunned. "What do you mean? I can't visit my girlfriend's son every once and a while?" Ryan glared at him. "I thought you two broke up." he said. A.J. shrugged. "We got back together." He walked past Ryan, who closed his eyes and turned around. A.J. looked at all the things in Ryan's pool house. "This is a nice place you got here, kid." he stated, picking up a picture of Marissa and Ryan. Ryan grabbed the photo from his hands. "What do you want?" he growled, angry now. A.J. looked at him. "Your mom called me a couple hours ago and said we should, you know, help you guys clean up." he smirked. Ryan looked a bit confused. "Clean up?" A.J. nodded. "You know, since you guys have got so much, I figured you could, how can I put this, share the wealth." he looked directly at Ryan's eyes, who looked down. "You're robbing the house." he whispered, almost to himself. A.J. considered giving him a chance. "I'll give you a chance, Ryan. If you help us, you can come along, leave these rich assholes behind." Ryan laughed. "You have got to be kidding me." he said. A.J. shrugged in a way that it made it seem like he actually cared. "Your loss." he said, drawing his fist back to punch.
Ryan looked up, but unfortunately a second too late to block, so instead he received a monster sized punch to the face. His cheek instantly burned in pain, and he doubled over. A.J. took his moment of weakness to kick him in the stomach. He huffed and fell to the floor. A.J. punched him a few more times. He really seemed to be enjoying beating up his girlfriend's son. Ryan attempted to get up, but it was no use. His face ached and he felt like he was going to puke. Then, as suddenly as the attack had begun, it ended. He heard his mother yell: "Cut it out, we gotta get out of here soon" She put a hand on A.J.'s shoulder. It was shaken off as he turned around. He pointed a grease stained finger at Dawn. "You stay out of this, bitch." he hissed. Ryan, who had been in the process of standing up, leaned over a little, hand on his stomach. He turned A.J. around briskly, and dealt him a blow to the face. "Don't talk to my mom like that, you no good freeloader!" he shouted as he managed to get another punch in. Through the element of surprise, Ryan had managed two good shots on A.J., but the truth is A.J. was twice his size, and to add to that, now he was pissed as hell. He pushed an already weakened Ryan over.
A.J. didn't really want to kill the teenager, he just wanted him to be unconscious so he wouldn't be a bother. Deep down, he knew that Ryan wouldn't rat them out. Dawn was his mom, and as much as he disliked her, he still loved her and cared for her. He continued to punch Ryan, who was now bleeding profusely from the nose. He hated the damn kid. He had no idea why, but he did. Even though Ryan had stopped moving, he picked him up by the lapels. Ryan's head flopped against his own shoulder as he fluttered his eyes open. A.J. sighed somberly and shoved Ryan through the glass doors. The sound of the glass shattering rang out through the pool house and made Dawn jump. She had found some booze in Ryan's cabinets, and had decided to drink it. She laughed at the sight of her unmoving son. "Oops." she spattered out. A.J. shook his head and tossed the bottle of vodka out of her hands. "Come on. We gotta get out soon." He took out a bunch of black garbage bags out of his duffel bag, and started grabbing some of the more valuable items from Ryan's room. Dawn, in the background, tried to sober up. If not for her son, then for the money that was to be made from his new family.
***How do ya like that? Please review! More soon, I promise! Sorry about the long chapter, but I didn't want to leave it in the middle of nothing. :)***
