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A.J. had finished packing the black bags full of Ryan's things. His stereo system, his money, and anything valuable he could find. Dawn had helped him a little, but not very much. He was quick, and the raiding of Ryan's room had taken about 10 minutes. Now it was time for the rest of the house. He picked up the bags and gave one to Dawn. "Come on. Let's get over to the rest of the house."
Ryan had fallen unconscious after he hit the ground. Now he was finally waking up. He turned his head slowly to see that A.J. and his mom were still in the pool house. His neck was considerably sore, but at least he could move it, and that was always a good thing. He could barely see, and he could taste copper in his mouth. "Great." he mumbled. Breathing hurt. A lot. He held himself up with his arms, let out a few wheezes, and fell back down. He knew he needed to get out of the area. He just didn't know how. He supported himself on his hands again, and crawled a few steps before falling back down. His head ached and he got really dizzy whenever he tried to crawl. He knew he probably had a concussion or something. But he had to keep trying. He finally got behind some bushes, and passed out.
A.J. and Dawn walked warily out of the pool house, black garbage bags in hand. "Shit." said A.J., looking at the ground where Ryan had been. "Where the fuck'd he go?!" he asked angrily, turning around. He put the bags down carefully, and started searching for the teen. He soon found him in the bushes, as Ryan started to open his eyes. A.J. laughed cruelly. "That's one thing I like about you, kid. You're a fighter." He leaned in close to Ryan's damaged face. "Unfortunately, that's the ONLY thing I like about you." Ryan hid his fear by observing his mother pacing into the house with the bags of items. "Is that...my...stuff?" He asked gingerly. A.J. nodded, smirking a little. He picked Ryan up and tried to drag him into the house. Dawn came out to help him.
It took the two of them three minutes to get Ryan into the house. Once they were inside, Dawn tried to lay Ryan on the ground without causing any more damage. A.J., on the other hand, had other plans. He abruptly let go of Ryan's arms, and the boy fell to the ground. He groaned in pain and turned onto his side. "You really are a nuisance." said A.J. He sighed heavily as he searched for his gun in his torn duffel bag. He soon found it, and loaded it. He only had one round, so he knew he would have to use the bullets wisely. Hopefully, if he ended up indulging in his urge to kill Ryan, he'd only have to use one bullet. He needed those extra bullets to scare some cops just in case they got caught. Which they wouldn't. He was fighting an inward battle. He wanted to kill Ryan, but what if they actually did get caught? Breaking and entering was definitely better than murder, but on the other hand, the little runt could rat them out. And it certainly was better to be safe than sorry. In then end, he decided to give Ryan another chance. "Ok, Ryan. This is your last chance. Are you sure you don't want to help us?" Ryan sat up and looked at the gun that was now pointed at his head. He shut his eyes tight. "Ok." he whispered. "What was that?" asked A.J. in disbelief.
"I said ok!" repeated Ryan, louder that time. He didn't want to help A.J., but he knew he would have to if he wanted to live. Which he did. He opened his eyes and looked at A.J. His vision was blurry, but he could see A.J. extending his hand out for him to grip. He stared at it apprehensively before offering his own hand out. A.J. pulled him up. "You made a good choice, kid." he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Ryan gave him a small smile, which was actually more of a grimace than a smile. He limped towards a black garbage bag that was lying on the ground, and in an attempt to "help", he asked A.J. "What...do you want...me to take?" He was referring to stealing the Cohen's belongings, but instead of telling Ryan what to pack, he chuckled. "You can barely move, let alone lug bags of stuff to the truck." Ryan looked at him with a confused look on his countenance. "So I know another way you can help." Ryan gulped. "Do the Cohens have safes, vaults, you know, stuff like that?" Ryan was too shocked that he knew his family's name to think clearly. "How do you know their last name?" A.J. rolled his eyes. "Your mom." Ryan looked back at his mom, who stopped shoving things into the black bag to look at her son. He turned around again to stare at A.J. "They have...vaults in the back room." he pointed in the direction of the room. "Good..." said A.J. quietly. "Do you know the combinations?" Ryan shook his head, and it made him dizzy. "Why not?" asked A.J., maddening. "It's not my stuff! Why would they tell me how to take their stuff?" Ryan glared at A.J., who as well as being furious, was now out of patience. "You really are good for nothing!" he said. He threw Ryan against a wall.
A large vase and a decorative suitcase fell from one of Kirsten's shelves and directly onto his leg. "Just my luck" he thought as he screamed in pain. His head fell down against his chest and he groaned in pain. He didn't know if he wanted to fight anymore. He was tired and in pain, and he just didn't want to try now. He opened his eyes to see A.J. once again standing over him with a gun. "Do it!" he screamed. "Just kill me and get it over with!" A solitary tear went down his cheek, and he closed his eyes tight. He was shaking, and whenever he moved, pain ran through his body. He started breathing a little quicker. "This is it..." he thought. But the gunshot never came. He opened his eyes slowly to see his mother whispering something in A.J.'s ear.
Dawn was trying to save her son. It was her fault he was getting his ass kicked, and she felt bad, but in a way, she thought he deserved it. He didn't help her when he got all the money he would ever need. He didn't even call her! To her, he was an ungrateful brat. Nevertheless, she didn't want him dead. "Please, baby...Don't kill him. Just leave him alone. He won't be any more trouble, I promise...Please?" she whispered quietly so only A.J. would hear. A.J. nodded, still trying to decide whether or not he should kill Ryan. He grimaced. A part of him still wanted the damn kid dead, but another part of him wanted to leave him alone. He finally drew the gun back, and pistol whipped Ryan across the face. The boy's head sagged against his chest, and he fell unconscious. Dawn looked at A.J. gratefully, but he didn't want her to think he was in any way "whipped", since he had done something she asked. "Did I say you could stop?!" he yelled. She quickly wheeled around to go back to packing things into the black bags.
***Sorry about that chapter. I'm sick and tired, but I still felt like writing one. Better chapters soon to come!!!!I promise! *pinky swears* And more Seth, Sandy, Kirsten coming soon. Give me some suggestions y'all! ***
A.J. had finished packing the black bags full of Ryan's things. His stereo system, his money, and anything valuable he could find. Dawn had helped him a little, but not very much. He was quick, and the raiding of Ryan's room had taken about 10 minutes. Now it was time for the rest of the house. He picked up the bags and gave one to Dawn. "Come on. Let's get over to the rest of the house."
Ryan had fallen unconscious after he hit the ground. Now he was finally waking up. He turned his head slowly to see that A.J. and his mom were still in the pool house. His neck was considerably sore, but at least he could move it, and that was always a good thing. He could barely see, and he could taste copper in his mouth. "Great." he mumbled. Breathing hurt. A lot. He held himself up with his arms, let out a few wheezes, and fell back down. He knew he needed to get out of the area. He just didn't know how. He supported himself on his hands again, and crawled a few steps before falling back down. His head ached and he got really dizzy whenever he tried to crawl. He knew he probably had a concussion or something. But he had to keep trying. He finally got behind some bushes, and passed out.
A.J. and Dawn walked warily out of the pool house, black garbage bags in hand. "Shit." said A.J., looking at the ground where Ryan had been. "Where the fuck'd he go?!" he asked angrily, turning around. He put the bags down carefully, and started searching for the teen. He soon found him in the bushes, as Ryan started to open his eyes. A.J. laughed cruelly. "That's one thing I like about you, kid. You're a fighter." He leaned in close to Ryan's damaged face. "Unfortunately, that's the ONLY thing I like about you." Ryan hid his fear by observing his mother pacing into the house with the bags of items. "Is that...my...stuff?" He asked gingerly. A.J. nodded, smirking a little. He picked Ryan up and tried to drag him into the house. Dawn came out to help him.
It took the two of them three minutes to get Ryan into the house. Once they were inside, Dawn tried to lay Ryan on the ground without causing any more damage. A.J., on the other hand, had other plans. He abruptly let go of Ryan's arms, and the boy fell to the ground. He groaned in pain and turned onto his side. "You really are a nuisance." said A.J. He sighed heavily as he searched for his gun in his torn duffel bag. He soon found it, and loaded it. He only had one round, so he knew he would have to use the bullets wisely. Hopefully, if he ended up indulging in his urge to kill Ryan, he'd only have to use one bullet. He needed those extra bullets to scare some cops just in case they got caught. Which they wouldn't. He was fighting an inward battle. He wanted to kill Ryan, but what if they actually did get caught? Breaking and entering was definitely better than murder, but on the other hand, the little runt could rat them out. And it certainly was better to be safe than sorry. In then end, he decided to give Ryan another chance. "Ok, Ryan. This is your last chance. Are you sure you don't want to help us?" Ryan sat up and looked at the gun that was now pointed at his head. He shut his eyes tight. "Ok." he whispered. "What was that?" asked A.J. in disbelief.
"I said ok!" repeated Ryan, louder that time. He didn't want to help A.J., but he knew he would have to if he wanted to live. Which he did. He opened his eyes and looked at A.J. His vision was blurry, but he could see A.J. extending his hand out for him to grip. He stared at it apprehensively before offering his own hand out. A.J. pulled him up. "You made a good choice, kid." he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Ryan gave him a small smile, which was actually more of a grimace than a smile. He limped towards a black garbage bag that was lying on the ground, and in an attempt to "help", he asked A.J. "What...do you want...me to take?" He was referring to stealing the Cohen's belongings, but instead of telling Ryan what to pack, he chuckled. "You can barely move, let alone lug bags of stuff to the truck." Ryan looked at him with a confused look on his countenance. "So I know another way you can help." Ryan gulped. "Do the Cohens have safes, vaults, you know, stuff like that?" Ryan was too shocked that he knew his family's name to think clearly. "How do you know their last name?" A.J. rolled his eyes. "Your mom." Ryan looked back at his mom, who stopped shoving things into the black bag to look at her son. He turned around again to stare at A.J. "They have...vaults in the back room." he pointed in the direction of the room. "Good..." said A.J. quietly. "Do you know the combinations?" Ryan shook his head, and it made him dizzy. "Why not?" asked A.J., maddening. "It's not my stuff! Why would they tell me how to take their stuff?" Ryan glared at A.J., who as well as being furious, was now out of patience. "You really are good for nothing!" he said. He threw Ryan against a wall.
A large vase and a decorative suitcase fell from one of Kirsten's shelves and directly onto his leg. "Just my luck" he thought as he screamed in pain. His head fell down against his chest and he groaned in pain. He didn't know if he wanted to fight anymore. He was tired and in pain, and he just didn't want to try now. He opened his eyes to see A.J. once again standing over him with a gun. "Do it!" he screamed. "Just kill me and get it over with!" A solitary tear went down his cheek, and he closed his eyes tight. He was shaking, and whenever he moved, pain ran through his body. He started breathing a little quicker. "This is it..." he thought. But the gunshot never came. He opened his eyes slowly to see his mother whispering something in A.J.'s ear.
Dawn was trying to save her son. It was her fault he was getting his ass kicked, and she felt bad, but in a way, she thought he deserved it. He didn't help her when he got all the money he would ever need. He didn't even call her! To her, he was an ungrateful brat. Nevertheless, she didn't want him dead. "Please, baby...Don't kill him. Just leave him alone. He won't be any more trouble, I promise...Please?" she whispered quietly so only A.J. would hear. A.J. nodded, still trying to decide whether or not he should kill Ryan. He grimaced. A part of him still wanted the damn kid dead, but another part of him wanted to leave him alone. He finally drew the gun back, and pistol whipped Ryan across the face. The boy's head sagged against his chest, and he fell unconscious. Dawn looked at A.J. gratefully, but he didn't want her to think he was in any way "whipped", since he had done something she asked. "Did I say you could stop?!" he yelled. She quickly wheeled around to go back to packing things into the black bags.
***Sorry about that chapter. I'm sick and tired, but I still felt like writing one. Better chapters soon to come!!!!I promise! *pinky swears* And more Seth, Sandy, Kirsten coming soon. Give me some suggestions y'all! ***
