Dammit. The kid wasn't answering his phone. She had the number to his rich lawyer, too, but someone had spilled something on that part of the paper and blurred the digits. She didn't want to talk to the lawyer anyway, have him talk to her like she was trash. Like she couldn't take care of her own son.
Ryan should answer the damned phone. He was probably out spending those people's money. Probably telling them that he'd never had a birthday party before, that his mom had never remembered his birthday, that he'd never gotten presents. Shit, Ryan wasn't mistreated, he was strong. Ryan owed her everything, she made him who he is.
Kids should have to learn to take care of themselves and she was a good mother, she made sure her boys knew how to survive in the real world. She didn't spoil her kids, they knew that she loved them and they knew how to work for their money. Shit, Ryan had supported her for a while when she went on her binge after David got sent away. Ryan had always taken care of her.
He should answer the goddamn phone. Surely those people could afford to pay for an answering machine. Out of all the days that she called, today was the day that she really wanted to talk to him. Not that she called that often, but why should she? He's living the good life, eating caviar and drinking expensive wine out there while she was busy working her ass off for everything she got. She didn't need to call him, he knew how she felt…fuck. She dropped the phone and returned her attention to the tray beside her.
She was clean. She was. She was as clean as she'd been in years. She didn't need it, she just wanted to make this day pass a little easier. She needed a clear head when she talked to her baby. Nothing cleared her head like the needle. She tapped the syringe with her finger before pulling up her sleeve to find a viable vein.
Ryan could always find a vein for her. She hated to ask him, but before she was clean, she'd get so sick that sometimes she couldn't do it herself. He had steady hands and one of her exes said he should be a surgeon, like Ry had the brains for that. She didn't wince as she broke the skin. She couldn't depend on Ryan to get her clean gear anymore, and Jake was fucking useless when it came to her 'medicine' as he called it.
Sometimes she really missed her baby. As the familiar feeling rushed through her body, she wondered again why she wanted to talk to him so badly today. Oh yeah. Because it was raining. Her baby hated the rain.
She closed her eyes and relaxed into the chair. Ryan. He was a good kid. She was proud of him. He always took good care of her. When Trey or AJ or even Dave would piss her off, Ryan would always be the one to make her okay. He loved her. He took care of her, even when she treated him like shit. He was her baby. Her boy.
She let her eyes close.