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Come Undone

Chapter 13

Ryan sat outside the therapist's office feeling like a condemned man. This was the last place he wanted to be. The silent car ride had been bad, but sat in a chair opposite Sandy the silence was palpable. Kirsten was trying her best to break the atmosphere between the two men by flicking through a magazine and commenting on various articles, but discussions on whether blue was the new black was not really doing it for Ryan.

The door opened and a short, balding, portly man stepped out and introduced himself to the group. He shook hands with the Cohens and asked them to step into his office for a moment.

If he'd been Seth, his ear would have been pressed up against the door but it depressed him to think what the Cohens were saying about him. So he sat slumped in his chair and tried to think happy thoughts. His mind wandered on to Missy. He wished she were here now, she'd think of a way to lighten the mood but as his mind pondered on Missy and her ways, his dick started to wake. Shit …so he had quickly thought of all the work that Dr Kim had sent home for him to catch up on…. Ohh yeah…the thought of Dr Kim had quelled any stirrings.

What seemed like an age later the door opened and Sandy and Kirsten stepped out and 'Fatty Arbuckle' asked him in.

Ryan sat down and the therapist proceeded to introduce himself and talk about the process…. Ryan phased out and looked around the room at the photographs Dr What's-his-name had proudly displayed. Ryan didn't want to be here so the retention of this idiot's name and where he'd studied wasn't in the least bit interesting.

Then 'Fatty', as he had not so affectingly become in Ryan's mind, started asking him questions.

'So Ryan how do you find living with the Cohens?"

"Fine"

"You must find it a lot different to living in Chino?"

"S'pose."

"You must miss your family?"

"Sometimes"

"You must feel a bit strange living with a new family, it must mean some adjustments from you?"

"Naa"

It went on and on.

Ryan just gazed insolently at the Doctor. He knew he was deliberately being difficult but he couldn't see the point of this. He had said he'd come but it didn't mean that he was going to suddenly start singing like a canary.

Ryan could see that 'Fatty' was getting annoyed but was doing his best to keep his sympathetic therapist's smile in place.

"Ryan, don't you think that you need to take this more seriously? Your foster parents are worried about you."

"Well, it sounds to me like they have the problem then, there's nothing wrong with me Dr…. Umm?"

"Dr Green, Ryan."

Dr Green took his glasses off, pinched the bridge of his nose and stared at Ryan.

"Ryan this isn't about there being anything wrong with you. It's about speaking to someone impartial. You can tell me anything that's on your mind."

Ryan crossed his arms and looked at the ceiling. Dr Green pressed on; this kid was a tough nut to crack.

"Your father passed away recently, how do you think you coped with that?"

Ryan paused for a while then lent in towards the desk.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course Ryan."

Dr Green got excited, this was the first time that the boy had shown any animation since the session started.

Ryan looked over at the photograph displayed on the wall, of a rather sweaty looking Dr Green and a pretty little brunette who looked young enough to be his daughter.

"Is that your wife?"

Dr Green looked confused.

"Yes…yes it is."

"Tell me Dr Green, do you ever wonder what your pretty young wife is up to when you're here all day talking to fuck ups like me? Does that ever bother you? Have you ever thought about that? Tell me what do you think?"

Dr Green looked like he was suffering an apoplectic fit he went so red.

Ryan leant back in his chair.

"See? It's not so easy talking about personal things to a stranger is it Dr Green?"

Dr Green stared at Ryan then spluttered that they would leave the session there.

Ryan got up and opened the door; he saw the expectant faces of the Cohens' looking up at him from where they sat. It was like they thought he'd emerge from the office all fixed and peppy.

Dr Green, still bright red, asked them both to come back into his office. Ryan slumped back into one of the chairs in the waiting area again.

They emerged five minutes later. They looked pissed. Kirsten was the only one to speak to him and she just uttered the words, 'Oh Ryan…'

The ride home was worse than bad. Sandy drove like a madman. Kirsten had to keep telling him to slow down. Ryan knew they were itching to get home and discuss the latest Ryan let down. Ryan could have kicked himself, all he had had to do was feed the therapist some shit and all this could have been avoided but the sadistic side of Ryan was pushing the boundaries and he knew it was childish but he couldn't stop himself.

Sandy turned to Ryan as they got out the car.

"Ryan you are going to continue with therapy, no matter how hard you try to sabotage the sessions. You got that? Jesus, Ryan… when will you understand that we are trying to help you?"

"I don't need help Sandy, I don't need to talk to anyone."

Sandy sighed.

"Kid, you have to talk to someone about this, you won't talk to us, you never talk to us. You're obviously not happy."

" I'm happy when I get left alone."

Ryan saw the look that passed between the Cohens, the pity look.

Ryan took a deep breath and voiced what had been on his mind for a while now.

"I don't think my living here is such a good idea any more, I think if I went into a group home, that would be best for everybody."

Ryan turned away and missed the look of devastation on both the Cohens' faces.

Ryan sat by the pool and stared into the water. Yup, it would be best if he just left. Let the Cohens get back to their cocooned life where they didn't have to deal with his shit. He'd just proved a point to himself the last couple of months, that him and family life didn't suit one another. It always turned to crap. Seth would be O.K now; he had Summer, Luke and Marissa. If he kept his head down in a group home the months would fly by and then he'd be eighteen and he could do what he wanted.

Seth had tried to discuss how the session had gone with Ryan when he'd got in but Ryan had his 'we are not going to talk about it' face on. Seth could hear his parents arguing when they had returned so he knew something was up. Seth had wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation but had realized over the last few days that sometimes you could find out things that you really didn't want to know. So he'd been very mature and walked away. Summer had told him not to push Ryan at the moment so he'd suggested a game of play station instead of letting Ryan brood in the pool house and had been surprised when Ryan had smiled and agreed. So maybe things weren't too bad after all.

Ryan and Seth were still playing when Summer and Luke arrived. Summer went over and hugged Ryan, then gave him a swift hit to the head.

"Where were you Chino? We were worried about you." She managed to look pissed and concerned at the same time, which was quite an achievement.

Seth and Luke laughed at the look on Ryan's face.

"Chino was in Chino," Seth answered for him.

"What the hell were you doing in Chino for like four days, you didn't revert back to your 'Fast and Furious' ways did you?" Summer semi- joked.

After witnessing his drunken display at the party, and narrowly missing a penis flash from Ryan, she realised that Chino Ryan was very different from Newport Ryan.

" He was banging a totally hot older chick, an ex of his brother's no less." Seth grinned at Luke.

"Way to go Dude. Older women just know what they are doing," Luke went bright red, "so I'm told."

Ryan returned Luke's high five. He was thankful that Seth had steered the conversation in this direction, O.K it was pissing Summer off by the looks of her but at least he was having a laugh. He needed that right now.

"Chino! We were worried about you. First Holly now this, can't you keep it in your pants?" Summer looked at Seth. "And what were you doing there Cohen, besides checking this girl out?"

"Summer I wasn't checking her out I swear... I only have eyes for you…."

Ryan and Luke exchanged a 'look' as Summer and Seth proceeded to bicker. He handed Luke a controller and settled back into the game.

An hour later and Ryan made his way into the kitchen for a snack foray. He rooted through the cupboards for chips trying to remember Seth's list of preferences.

Kirsten walked in and nervously hovered behind him.

Ryan turned round, his arms full of bags.

"Sorry I'll put some of them back."

"It's not that Sweetie." Kirsten took a deep breath and pulled out the 'Test' from her pocket.

Ryan flushed.

"Ohh, right."

"I'm sorry Sweetie…. it's not that we don't trust you but…."

Ryan gave her a slight smile.

"But you don't trust me…It's alright...I get it, I screwed up."

"Ryan you didn't really mean what you said about the home did you?"

"Yeah it would be best, I mean you didn't really want me here at first and I've caused nothing but problems. Sandy and me aren't good. So yeah…I think it would be best."

"Ryan…"

Ryan stopped her by asking about the test.

"So I just swab my mouth?"

Kirsten sadly handed him the swab. Ryan was just pissed off with the world at the moment. She'd give him some space then later on tonight have a talk. She hoped that she'd have a better time than Sandy had.

Ryan was just in the process of rubbing it around his mouth when a voice boomed.

"Kiki…I let myself in…"

Caleb strode into the kitchen and looked at the scene before him.

"What's going on here?"

Caleb wondered why the trailer trash boy had a cotton bud in his mouth and why his daughter looked so guilty.

Kirsten tried to reach for the packaging but Caleb got there first.

He read the leaflet, then glared at Ryan.

TBC

R+R