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Come Undone
Chapter 5
Sandy pulled up outside the house. He'd driven around the immediate area surrounding the chapel but on a hunch decided to make for home.
He walked round to the back of the house and opened the pool house door.
"Ryan"
The first thing he noticed was the crumpled suit on the bed. He felt the tension melt away. Thank God he had come home. He walked over to the closed bathroom door and knocked.
" Hey Ryan, you in there"
He turned the handle and the door opened to reveal an empty room. The bad feeling was starting to return, Ryan hardly ever went in the house when there was no one else home.
He walked into the kitchen hoping to see Ryan sitting at the counter.
"Ryan"
He called one last time, even though the house had that empty sound that told Sandy he was the only person there.
It was a long shot, but there was one person who might know where Ryan might go when he was in this mood. He'd give Dawn a call. He opened the door of his office.
That bad feeling now grew to big proportions. He walked over to the broken frame that lay shattered on the floor. It was a group picture that they had taken at Christmas. Seth had made a big thing about the picture and it had taken three attempts to get the timing right on the camera so everyone could be in shot. The first two had been hilarious because they had only managed to get a blurred Seth as he had tried to rush back into the frame before the camera's timer had gone off.
Shit, he had thought that Ryan might have overheard them at the chapel. He had done his best to move Kirsten away from the door, but it looked like his damage limitation was too late.
He picked up the bin, which had obviously been kicked hard by the looks of the large dent it was sporting. Sandy's heart sank when he saw the brown file wedged in it.
Damn, Ryan was the most private teenager that Sandy knew. He had a pretty good idea how Ryan would be feeling now, knowing that Sandy had a file on him, added to that, the knowledge that they lied about Dawns whereabouts.
He and Kirsten had agreed that it would be best to let Ryan settle into the family without the constant upheaval of Dawn wandering in and out of his life. Dawn had acted like it was a big thing to ask of her, but Sandy had seen the look of relief cross her face when they had discussed it.
He pulled the file out and flipped to the pages in the back. He found the number he was looking for and dialled. He immediately got an out of service message. Shit Dawn had been cut off again. What the hell did she spend the money they sent her on? No scrap that… stupid question. Sandy had a good idea and it wasn't bills. He rubbed his face. Ryan had a good head start on him. He knew that rushing back to Chino to Dawns house would probably be futile.
He picked up the phone and dialled Kirsten, she was nearer.
Ryan had just wandered around Chino; it was good in some ways to be back. He felt like he blended in, here he was faceless. It gave him time to calm down. He knew that he should probably ring Sandy and let him know where he was, but he kept putting it off. He was too angry at the moment and he knew that things had a habit of spiralling out of control when he was in this mood.
Ryan stopped outside a Seven-Eleven; he had finished the few remaining smokes and needed to restock. The great thing about Chino was they hardly ever carded you so he grabbed a six-pack and asked for 40 Marlboro. He turned and walked straight into the guy behind him. He kept his head down and mumbled an apology, he couldn't face any more shit today.
He had made it to the door when a voice boomed out.
"Yo, Baby Atwood"
Ryan turned. He vaguely recognised the lanky guy with long greasy hair as someone he had seen hanging around with Trey and Arturo.
"Hey I thought it was you man, wait up."
The guy paid for his stuff and loped over to where Ryan stood. Ahh… it was all coming back to Ryan. This was 'Chemical Chris' as Trey had nicknamed him, due to the fact that this guy had tried just about every drug on the street and lived permanently in La-la land.
"Hi Chris, long time no see." Ryan indulged him with a Chino handshake.
"Shit Baby Atwood" Chris drawled" Last I heard, you were sent down. You just get out"
Ryan realised that Chris had assumed that he had just been released from juvie and probably didn't know about the Newport part of his life, and by the look of Chris's dilated pupils, he was in no condition to collate any information. So Ryan just let him assume.
"Mmm" Ryan mumbled.
"So where you staying, bro"
"Nowhere at the moment, you know how it is."
"Hey you could totally crash at my crib for a few days if you want. It's a crash pad anyway, ya know, people coming and going." Chris grinned. "Trey would kick my ass if I didn't help out his baby bro. So what ya say"
Ryan accepted the offer. This is what he needed right now a little escape from real life was in order. Chris may be a complete waster but he was O.K. He'd always been nice to Ryan, unlike some of Treys friends who had taken great delight in taking the piss out of Trey's quiet younger sibling…. but it didn't stop Ryan wanting to rip Chris's arm off and beat him with the bloody end if he called him 'baby' one more time.
Kirsten and co arrived back home deflated. By the time they'd found Dawn's place, they had apparently missed Ryan by about fifteen minutes. Kirsten had tried to talk to Dawn, tried to get some sense out of her as to what had happened and where Ryan would go, but Dawn was in full poison mode. She ranted about how they had taken her boy from her and turned him against her. Kirsten realised that Dawn's alcohol induced self pity knew no bounds and everyone was a target.
Kirsten was disgusted that not once had Dawn shown any concern about where Ryan would be.
They had all driven home in silence, all hoping that by some miracle Ryan would be at home when they got there. Kirsten kept checking her mobile was on so Sandy could ring them with the good news. The call had never come.
Shit, Chris had been right about the place being a crash pad. Bodies seemed to be draped everywhere. The place was a total heap, empty beer cans and old pizza boxes littered the surfaces. He didn't even want to look at the floor; his feet seemed to sticking to be the carpet. He dreaded to think what fluids had been spilt over the course of time here.
Several large grubby sofas were occupied. He could see some beanbags but Ryan had never been fond of those. There was something undignified about having to roll out of a seat to get up.
A stoned blond girl was watching Ryan with a grin on her face as he tried to make his choice of where to sit. She uncurled herself to make some room for the new stranger. Hmm, he was cute.
"Hey sit over here, next to me." And by way of invitation she held out a large joint to him.
Ryan looked over to the girl, his brain processing her…Hot, slutty looking, holding a joint. That was a good combination. He sat down and took the spliff.
"Hi I'm Missy."
Ryan took a healthy toke, held it, then exhaled. Handed it back.
"Ryan" he replied, smiling. This girl did NOT look like a Missy.
Missy nodded and smiled back. Ryan was relieved; dope either made you babble like a lunatic or turned you into a quiet zombie. Missy obviously fell into the second category.
Ryan settled into a routine of finishing the joint with Missy. Before the first had been stubbed out she had rolled another one. Ryan was definitely feeling buzzed. He loved the way that no one had batted an eyelid as to who he was or why he was here. The general murmur of conversation was soothing. He could feel himself relax for the first time in days as the black dogs retreated back into the recesses of his mind.
Shit, Ryan realised that he seemed to have bypassed the fuzzy floaty phase and had gone from sober to completely stoned in 0-5 seconds. God knows what grade skunk they were smoking. Shit, it had hit him hard. Missy had shifted now so that she was facing him and with her legs folded, he could see straight up her skirt. When he realised he was staring he shifted his focus upwards but that was no better. She was wearing a thin blouse, with obviously no bra underneath. Her breasts were totally on display. He seemed hypnotised by them. Ohh crap Ryan thought, he had lost all sense of time; he could have been staring for two seconds or ten minutes. All he knew was that when his eyes eventually looked into Missy's, all he saw was amusement.
He was aware that he really should pick up a cushion to cover his hard on which would be obvious for her to see with his legs stretched out in front of him like they were, but his brain could not catch up in time with his thoughts. He shut his eyes to try and clear his head. His eyes flew open when he felt a hot breath next to his face, then Missy's moist tongue thrust deep into his ear sending a thousand volts straight to his groin… Damn, who would have thought that his ear would have been an erogenous zone?
He shifted position and brought his hands up to her hair. He squashed his face to hers, their lips mashing together, his teeth nipping her bottom lip, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. He moved his hands to her waist half pulling half lifting her so she was straddling him. She began to move rhythmically causing him to groan.
He tilted his head back as she nibbled and sucked on his ear lobe. This girl had a real ear thing going, not that he was complaining. Ryan reached under her shirt and copped a feel, which caused Missy to bite down on his ear, sending another shock to his groin.
"You want to go somewhere quiet" Missy whispered in his ear.
Ryan replied with a cross between a grunt and a groan that, thank God, Missy took for the yes it was meant to be. Missy stood up and straightened her skirt, lent down and grabbed Ryan's hand and led him from the room.
Ryan heard laughter behind him and someone saying 'Be gentle with him Melissa' but he was past caring what people thought.
Missy led him to a small room with a double mattress on the floor and not much else. Missy sat down pulling Ryan with her. Ryan watched as she picked up a tray from the floor and placed it on the bed next to them. Then she reached inside the pillow cover and removed a plastic zip lock baggie. She poured a substantial amount of powder on the tray and expertly cut and lined it. She snorted two of the lines, then handed Ryan the tray.
Ryan took it. What little rational brainpower he had left told him that this was a bad idea; sensible Ryan was telling him that he'd regret it. That this was not the way to cope.
He looked at Missy who was in the process of removing her clothes. All it took was a look at her sizable bust and stoned, horny Ryan won.
He bent his head and snorted the two remaining lines. Ryan put the tray down and sat stunned as the rush took him. Any tiredness he had felt from the last few days vanished, he felt energized, powerful. He could see why Trey had used coke as his drug of choice. He felt fucking fantastic.
Ryan reached for Missy, pushing her down and covering her with his body. He thrust his tongue into her mouth whilst his hand snaked it's way between. His fingers probed and stroked, he could feel her legs tremble beneath him as he found the right spot.
Ryan was breathing heavily into her neck as he lost himself in what he was doing. Missy was racking his back with her nails; even through the material of his shirt he was sure she had drawn blood. All his senses were heightened as were hers and as she shuddered to a climax she bit down hard on his shoulder.
Ryan cried out. Shit! That had hurt and the laughing warning of one of the stoners began to make sense. Damn. This girl was a feisty one.
Missy gave an apologetic smile"Sorry, I get a bit carried away."
Ryan laughed, no shit girl!
Missy knelt in front of Ryan and removed his shirt. She ran her hands over his toned chest and firm abs. Ryan stood up and pushed his boots off, at the same time unbuckling his belt.
"Condom" he questioned, praying to God that Missy had some.
"Sure." Missy got up and padded over to a small chest of drawers and began rooting through her underwear in her search. Ryan, now naked, walked over and pressed himself firmly against her ass. He moved her curtain of hair to one side and began to kiss her neck and shoulders.
"Ryan! You're not helping in my search here ya know" Missy giggled. She triumphantly brandished a small box and was about to turn round when Ryan whispered "No, stay there." He ripped open a wrapper and sheathed himself.
Ryan smiled to himself…pure genius; he'd found a way to keep her teeth and claws away from him. He held her hips and drove into her. With each thrust the back of the cabinet hit the wall with a resounding thud. That would give the stoners something to think about in the next room.
The mix of dope and coke had made Ryan confident and he didn't give a shit about making a scene, in fact he was totally getting off on it. He thrust harder, deeper, faster. The coke had amplified the sounds in his head; all he could hear was the crashing, Missy moaning and his ragged breathing. He could feel her muscles squeezing him and the sensation was mind-blowing. Ryan exploded in the most intense orgasm of his life; he wrapped his arms around Missy and panted against her neck. He heard a round of applause from the next room, Missy giggled and Ryan smiled. He wondered if they were holding up scorecards!
They stumbled to the bed; All he could think about now was that he could hardly keep his eyes open. Missy curled around him and sighed a contented sigh.
He felt himself drifting off but at the moment before sleep took him, a nagging thought took hold and he was awake.
"Hey Missy, do you have a phone I could use"
Missy opened her eyes. " Mmm yeah, it's on the floor somewhere."
Ryan got up and pulled on his jeans then rooted around on the floor until he found the phone. He opened the door, causing Missy to ask where he was going.
"Back in a sec, just going to make a call."
Missy curled back into a ball and pulled the comforter over herself.
Ryan walked into the lounge and found his cigarettes where he had left them. Chris looked up from the video game he was playing.
"Dude you made it out alive." He snorted and handed Ryan a half smoked spliff"You look like you need that, finish it."
"Thanks." Ryan took a hit as he walked to the front door. Dutch courage.
He sat down on the front porch and tried to think of what he would say to the Cohens. He took another toke as he punched in the number. He stared at the display, pausing before he hit the connect button…. He didn't think he could handle their disappointment tonight.
He heard Sandy's voice in his head telling him that what he was doing wouldn't solve his problems. Ryan sighed and ran his hand through his hair…No it wouldn't make anything go away but it sure as hell made things easier for a time. He turned the phone off, then he lent his head back… He finished the joint and stubbed it out on the upright beam next to him.
TBC