A/N; Well there you go another chapter down.
Not sure about this chapter it's basically from Ryan's perspective starting with the party.
Hope everyone will review as I am very apprehensive of this chapter going up just in case I don't do it justice.
Apologise to all for the length of the chapters I find short chapters annoying as a reader, but when you write it is very hard. You look at a chapter and think wow I'm proud of that this is a good place to stop but then you see it posted on Fan Fiction and realise it's really crappy lol!
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I stood looking round my backyard surveying the damage the drunken masses had caused. I was silently calculating everything I would need to go out and buy tomorrow to clean up the horrific mess – little did Seth know that the money was coming directly out of his piggy bank!
I looked over to my right and caught sight of my drunken girlfriend making her way over to me; she was holding a full glass although it was clear that she was already half cut. She clattered her way over to me her heels catching on every nook and cranny, I reached out an arm and pull her tight into my chest to stop her from falling but also to warn the jocks who currently had their eyes half way up her skirt that she was my girl.
"Hey," Marissa yelled over the music which wasn't that loud, I knew she was already drunk so I slapped on a fake smile, the one I had perfected just for my Mom.
"Hey, having a good time?"
"Yeah but I noticed that your not having a good time so I thought I'd come out and cheer you up," She was giggling on every second word, giggling was something I detested at the best of times never mind when she was drunk. Letting her arms slip from my grasp I lowered her into the patio furniture nearest to me. She shakily reached out a hand, slopping clear liquid all over my shoes and the ground, "here I brought you this."
Since arriving in Newport and being banned from drinking by my new parents my tolerance for alcohol had lowered somewhat, Trey would be ashamed if he could see me now, gone on a couple of Jack's. That isn't to say that these Newport folks couldn't knock it back, currently my girlfriend was hammered, for this reason alone I raised the drink to my lips and sniffed.
"Relax Ry its just Sprite." If she cared that I didn't trust her she didn't show it. "I don't know why you're not drinking anyway you've got like 48 hours before they even have to catch the plane."
I knew exactly why I wasn't drinking, the house would never be returned to normal in 48 days, Kirsten would come home and the fridge magnets would be in the wrong order and she would know. She would sit me down at the kitchen counter and interrogate until I crumbled.
I had began to feel strange about half an hour after Marissa left, the corners of my vision had begin to blur. My head felt fuzzy, my arms and legs weighed me down, I was determined to find Marissa and rip into her for getting me drunk. The only trouble was that I didn't feel drunk and I had only had one – even that was only supposed to be a soda.
There were too many people around me, all laughing at me, pushing and shoving. I was stumbling and falling my way through them, they were staring at me shouting and laughing. Music was pounding in my ears it was so loud, I had to find Seth get him to turn it down. Sandy was going to be so mad if he heard the music this loud, all these people in his home…
A single figure appeared directly in front of me, reaching out trying to touch me, it was calling my name.
"Hey Ryan you okay?"
I had to keep going, I had to find Seth. I felt my knees buckle beneath me, a spiralling pattern danced before my eyes.
"Ryan."
"Ryan you okay man? Look at me Ryan."
"Jesus, Ryan."
"He's wasted Luke. I've never seen him like this."
"He's not drunk Seth he's high."
"What? No, no way Ryan wouldn't he would never……"
I pulled away from their grasps, lying down to stop the world from spinning.
"It's too loud Seth, it's too loud. Turn it down Sandy will hear. Turn it down."
"Chino chill. Everything will be okay."
"Sum, you need to call 911. Summer call an ambulance now."
"It's on its way Luke they say to keep talking to him and keep him calm. They want to know what he's taken."
The music continued growing louder with each beat, the blurry images keep talking to me all screaming above all the noise.
"What did he take? SETH what did he take?"
"I….I…he didn't Luke….he wouldn't…."
"What did he take? One of you must know. Come on! No one will get in trouble okay. Please please somebody tell me."
"I…I heard some guys were selling acid man. They left though I think."
More people obscured his vision asking questions, talking to people he couldn't see.
"What's his name?"
"Ryan. His name's Ryan."
"Thanks kid. Do you know what happened? How we can contact his parents?"
"He's my brother, this is our house, my parents are away for the weekend."
Too many voices, so much noise. I closed my eyes to block them out all I could think of was Sandy and Kirsten.
They're going to be so mad at me.
Who would tidy the house?
I had been poked and prodded for a while now, more voices that I don't know. I can't move, I'm being held in position by people I can't see.
Suddenly I feel cool air hit my face, it feels good, the only good feeling I've had in a long time. Whatever I'm now lying on is moving, the shapes around me merge into one another as we speed up.
More floating heads appear in front of me, there still not Seth or Sandy or Kirsten so why should I care. I don't know them and they don't know me.
"Okay what we got
"Ryan Atwood. Sixteen year old male. Found at a party, he's flying high, taken something but what were not sure Friends think it could have been LSD. Everybody got a piece?"
"Ryan are you there? Can you look at me kid? Have you taken something tonight? What did you take Ryan?"
The voices stop addressing my personally and being to speak another language, some form of English yet the majority is made up of numbers and words I've never heard before.
"Pupils are dilated, temperatures at 103, hearts pounding, blood pressures through the roof and he's having tremors."
"Let's get a tox screen away to see exactly what we're dealing with. Hang a litre of saline to replace the lost fluids, get rid of these clothes they're soaked."
I hear that part loud and clear, they want to take my clothes off. No way, uh huh no way is that going to happen. There are strangers all around me clawing at my shirt, I feel it being unbuttoned as someone reaches for my belt buckle.
That was it I've had enough, I have no idea where these people are but I'm not going down without a fight.
I use all the strength I have left to throw my fists into the air, I feel the familiar twinge in my right knuckles knowing I've hit someone or something, spurred on by my success I give it all I've got.
"No get away…away leave me…please I didn't…I didn't…let me go…."
Is that me? I don't beg or plead I fight that can't be me. No it isn't me, it can't be.
It's them their shouting again this time they're angry holding me down.
"Get some hard restraints and 5mg of Haldol."
Okay now I'm panicking, I don't know where I am, why I'm here. They won't talk to me, tell me who they are.
"Get off me…get off…leave me alone…"
More hands grab at me pulling me onto my side, I'm trying so hard to fight them I want them away from me.
Then I feel them, hands pulling at my waist again. This time there's more and they're getting there, I can feel my boxers slide down.
There's a short stab, a burning sensation flows through my veins, it reaches my head my lids drop down. I can't let them do this to me, I can't let everyone down – not again.
"Please…please… let me go…Sandy's gonna be…mad…go…home…Sandy…help."
I hear shouting from outside my door, then a smash and a giggle. I know my Mom has come home early I wasn't expecting her for another hour. It sounds as though she's met someone new, I don't recognise his voice, it's lower than Dan's but with more of an accent.
I look at my window, I can't slide it open without it squeaking it's warped just like the rest of my life. Since Trey started skipping school my life's been hell, Mom's constantly in a pissy mood and teachers are constantly riding me about Trey's assignments.
So I've started to skip to, just like Trey, accept I can't go to the park or hang out in dodgy bars like he does because he doesn't want me to flunk out. I've tried to tell him how two-faced he's being; one rule for him another for me but he just snaps back 'You drop out I'll kick your ass myself.'
So now I'm trapped, I can hear my mom and her latest interest, falling around the living room. I can't open the window and head back to school or sneak out through the back because that would mean passing by them but I know for definite that I can't stay here.
I hear my mom's voice slurred from the other room, "I'm sorry baby I'm all outta smokes."
I hold my breath hoping this will be my chance to escape, even if the guy would leave I could tell mom I forgot my gym kit she's to far gone to care and would want me gone before lover boy got back.
I hear the front door creak open, I get up and peak through the gap in my door. The guy is bigger than I expected, heavily built with broad shoulders, heavily tattooed down one arm. I watch his working boots, covered in filth from working construction, turn and step out onto the veranda as he pulls out some change from his pocket.
My mother's voice calls him back, "Wait there might be a packet in my kid's room. The oldest ones gotta real attitude problem, he thinks I don't know that he smokes the little punk. Check his third drawer down, it's the second door on your right baby."
I gasp and jump back from the door as I hear the heavy boots thunder there way towards me, I frantically look around contemplating jumping into the closet. I look at the closet door held ajar by the multitude of junk we already have shoved in there so I make a dash for the window.
Hauling it open as much as I can in one push, I swing my leg out narrowly missing my head off the shutter but it's too late he's already in. His eyes were focused on searching for the drawers but my motion captures his attention, in only three long strides he's crossed the room and now had my inches off the ground by my collar.
My feet never touched the ground as he hauled me into the living room, shouting all the while about a break in. My mother dropped her glass from the kitchen and hurried toward me pulling me from his grasp, I fell to the floor gasping for breath.
"Ryan are you okay baby?" She stroked a head down my face, ruffling my hair slightly. "Gary this is Ryan my youngest, he…he should be at school." She finished a puzzled expression finally reaching her face.
I stare obediently at the floor, looking at neither of them. I feel a sharp pain hit my tail bone as 'Gary's' foot connects solidly with my spine.
"What you doing home? Eh kid skipping school are we?" He grabs my collar again and drops me into a chair by the kitchen counter.
He grabs my mothers hand and pulls her roughly toward him, "Well you picked the right day to come home early boy. I'll teach you more than any school ever will."
He reached over and slapped my cheek leaving a red mark, he gripped my chin hard between his thumb and forefinger tilting it so it faced his.
"Watch and learn my boy." That was all he said for the next half hour, he placed my mother between himself and the counter lifting her up onto the hard surface.
He started to kiss her first her face and then worked his way down her body, taking off her clothes till my own mother sat naked in front of me. She made no protests about what he was doing merely giggled and moaned at his touches.
There I sat for the next thirty minutes as a man I had met for the first time that day, had sex with my mother.
Every time I turned my head away or closed my eyes he would reach out and turn my head back to face them. By the end he was no longer paying attention to my mother but his eyes were fixed upon me, I could feel him peering at me.
I felt disgusting, so dirty, like it was me he was sleeping with not her.
When they were done, he walked over to me and lifted me down from the seat, "There you go kid. You won't learn that in sex ed."
He grinned at me, did up his pants and left. That's how it was from then on, he would come round after school everyday and make me watch. No matter what I did he was always there, if I stayed late at school he would wait at home. One day I went to Theresa's and stayed for the night, the next morning when I went home to change my clothes he was sitting on my bed. He was so mad he kept going on at me, that day I went to school with a black eye, split lip and what turned out to be a broken wrist.
"Hey kiddo, how you holding up?"
He was back again, near me, touching me. I felt his lips brush my forehead a soft question whispered in the dark which seemed so sincere.
I jerked to the left pulling my head away from him, I needed him to know he couldn't hurt me anymore. I balled my hands into fists, trying to sit up I realised he had me tied down.
I felt something in my mouth, stopping me from breathing, from talking. My hands were held in place, I couldn't get him away from me.
More voices filtered through the haze, this time they were gently and calming. I wasn't sure what they were saying but I knew they weren't trying to hurt me, not anymore.
These tender voices were soon replaced by forceful, angry voices. Yelling at him, using that strange language again, he just wanted the soothing voices back.
"What's happening?"
"It's alright Mr. Cohen, the sedatives worn off that's all. Ryan just got a fright. He's still dreaming so we're going to have to sedate him again."
"Please don't. Let us try talking to him, if he's frightened he'll calm down with us. Please, please don't put him back under?"
He felt the pressure lift off his body, the voices stilled. He waited, unsure of what would happen next.
"Ryan, sweetie everything's alright. Your safe here. Sandy and I are right here by your side. Nothing bad is going to happen anymore we've got you and we're not letting you go." As she spoke she ran her thumbs across his cheekbones, she saw his arms and legs begin to still although his head still roamed restlessly. "Come on sweetie calm down for me. Settle down baby; let the doctors do their job. Good boy that's it, clever boy. You're doing so well Ryan."
That was Kirsten, he was sure it was, she had come for him, to protect him.
"Yeah kiddo that's not the way to wake up. Going for too dramatic an entrance just isn't you. We're going to stay here all week if we have too; you just take your time waking up. Come on kid just relax take things easy."
They stayed with me for an age, they talked about a lot. Sometimes they would be talking about Seth then the next moment laughing at Kirsten's cooking fiascos.
He wasn't sure why the switched topics so much but he was glad that they stayed with him, every time his Mom or Gary slipped back into his mind he would focus on their voices.
He felt safe and protected with them by his side, he began to feel a tingling sensation flow up his arm and felt the bed rise as their bodies stood up.
He was desperate to wake up to ask them for an expiation the only question he had on his mind through out.
'What happened?'
There you all go, a whole chapter dedicated to Ryan's point of view. Good or bad? Please, please, please review because I need to know what you all thought of this chapter!
Think this will be your last chapter for a while as I'm back to the grind tomorrow! Please let me know what you think so I know whether to keep this idea going or let it die a quick death here and now!
