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Come Undone

Chapter 15

Missy eventually found the bar after driving around Newport for about half an hour. Ryan's directions had been off. Seeing as Ryan didn't really have a clue where he was it was a miracle that she had found the place at all, but Missy had discovered that asking men directions whilst wearing a low cut top had done the trick.

It was two hours since Ryan had called and she had borrowed a car and driven straight down. She knew something was up, not that Ryan was saying anything but the calls she had gotten from both Seth and Mrs Cohen asking her to please ring if Ryan turned up had put her on red alert. She had held off telling them that he'd rung for two reasons; the first being that she had actually missed him and wanted to see him, the second was that she wanted to try and see if she could talk some sense into him and find out why he'd done a disappearing act on the Cohens again.

She pushed open the door and couldn't see him immediately. She scanned the room. She saw his shaggy blond head bent over a far table. There was a half empty glass of beer in front of him and he was repeatedly placing a beer matt on the edge of the table, flipping and catching it. Missy ordered a couple of beers and walked over to the table.

"Hey Mister. Care ta give a girl a good time?"

She set the beer down in front of him and sat down. Ryan looked up with a smile on his face.

"Hey."

"So this is what you get up to in Newport, I must admit I was expecting more luxurious surroundings but I'm not fussy. So why are you sitting in a bar drinking alone?"

Ryan's mouth was smiling but the smile wasn't reaching his eyes.

" No reason, just fancied a beer. It's good to see you Missy."

"Really...no problems?"

"Nope."

Missy let it go for now, the Atwood men could be pig headed when they wanted.

"Sorry I took so long, I got a bit lost. I must admit I was expecting you to be paralytic by now."

Ryan held up his half finished beer.

"I've been nursing this for the last hour, I figured that you wouldn't want to have to carry me out of here unconscious, I've got to be careful now or I'll get a reputation as being a lightweight."

Ryan gave Missy one of his half smiles that caused her to melt.

"I really am sorry about the other night, you know when I, um, …I never really thanked you and you didn't need the Cohens showing up like that. I hope they didn't give you a hard time."

"No they didn't actually, they were too worried about you. " Missy said pointedly. She noticed Ryan looked uncomfortable with the way this was going. After a long stilted conversation that led nowhere Missy realized that if she wanted Ryan to loosen up it was time for a different tack.

"So I've come all this way to see you, are you going to show me the ocean? I'll let you buy me an ice cream and if you're a lucky boy I might give you a lick!"

Ryan looked at Missy as she gave him a provocative look and ran her tongue over her lips. Ryan felt the telltale pressure in his groin and the anticipation in his stomach. If he was heading back to juvie he damn well wanted to make sure he got his tonight and he couldn't think of a better way to forget his troubles for a few hours. He picked up his fresh beer and swallowed it down in a few gulps.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Ryan stood up and picked up Missy's jacket, holding it in front of himself, concealing his groin from the other drinkers.

Missy got up and followed. He was hilarious, she'd never met a man whose dick was on such a hair-trigger. Ryan was so easy to wind up, but then sixteen year old boys were ruled by their hormones.

Missy had a hard time thinking of Ryan as being that young, he didn't act like your average teen. O.K she was only five years older, that didn't quite put her in the Mrs Robinson category yet and somehow being with Ryan wasn't as squicky as it should've been because if there was one thing she knew, Ryan was NOT an innocent when it came to women. However, she had felt guilt over the whole drug thing.

She would never have put temptation in his way if she'd have known he was in such a bad place, especially that night. She would have kept him relaxed on weed and not strung out on coke, but things were always easier in hindsight and she was a big girl and admitted her mistakes.

They walked down the block in silence until they reached Missy's ride.

"Here's my car... so what'll it be, car or walk? This is your town."

Ryan laid her jacket on the hood of the car and trapped her between the car and himself, pushing his lower body into hers.

He nuzzled her neck and whispered. "You've got two choices Melissa. One, I just throw you in the back of the car right here, right now or we can drive to the pier and stop at the motel for the night?"

Missy felt something inside her contract; his voice changed into such a hot drawl when he was aroused and all she could think about was his hard on grinding into her upper thigh. The first option sounded so good but there were still too many people around for decency's sake that would go out the window if he didn't stop kissing her in his dirty open mouthed way.

She pulled away from his kiss.

"Motel…now…please." Jesus, someone had stolen her words, she'd be reduced to a monosyllabic moron if he continued to do what he was doing.

Ryan stepped back and retrieved her jacket, opened the car door for her and got in the other side. He gave her directions as best he could and they eventually found themselves on the coast road heading towards the pier. Neither of them spoke, both wanting to hold onto the highly charged feeling happening between them.

They pulled into the parking lot of the motel; Ryan grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the office. The reception desk was empty. Ryan rang the bell and when no one appeared rang it again five seconds later. A voice from the back called out.

"I'll be with you in a minute."

Missy laughed at the impatient growl that emanated from the back of Ryan's throat. He looked so sexy and hungry that she launched herself on him. Missy's hand found the front of his pants and started massaging his hard on through the denim. Ryan felt so sensitive he thought he'd explode there and then. They were indulging in a heavy kiss, teeth clashing against lips when they heard a polite throat clearing behind them.

"Can I help you?" The manager was looking amused as he looked at the pair of them. They were so obviously not a couple of weary travellers.

"Room for the night please," Ryan managed to get out.

The manager handed a registration form over to Ryan to fill out. Missy peered over Ryan's shoulder as he filled in a fake name and address. He slid the form back, got his wallet out and stuffed a handful of notes in to the manager's hands and grabbed the key.

The manager was just beginning to explain where the room was but was cut short when Missy gave him a wink and dragged Ryan out of there calling over her shoulder.

"We'll find it."

They ran up the wooden stairs and along the walkway. They stopped outside the room. Missy was impressed by Ryan's multitasking. As he turned her around and started kissing her again, she could feel him behind her fumbling with the lock whilst his other hand was undoing the buttons on her over shirt. The door flew open and they both fell into the room. Ryan kicked the door shut with his foot. Her shirt was off in seconds and they tumbled towards the bed.

The pace was frenetic and Ryan could feel the sweat river down his back. God he had really needed this. For the first time in days his mind was clear of everything bad, the only thing that mattered was right here on the bed.

The sound of Missy's moaning was bringing him quickly to the brink, he let go, thrusting deep and joined her. He let out a loud "Jesus Christ' as if he had just had an epiphany and rode the wave of spasms as he came.

The only sound in the room was of ragged breathing until Missy started a low chuckle. Ryan joined in.

"Boy, were you in a hurry Ryan…you didn't even take your boots off!"

Ryan started laughing in earnest. He winced.

" And now I'm getting cramp in my legs," he drawled as he gently lowered her down on the bed and rolled off her.

Missy raised herself up onto her elbow and stared at Ryan as he lay on the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes shut, his pants halfway down his legs, all sweaty and hot, and looking for the entire world like a very debauched version of Bacchus. She could look at his ripped body for hours. So she stared until his breathing evened out.

"Hey, are you going to sleep there?" She nudged him with her toe.

Ryan opened his eyes with a snort.

"Me?…no." He lent over and gave her a kiss. Then he got up and muttered the word "bathroom."

She watched as he shakily walked to the bathroom clutching his pants around his waist. She grinned. If his legs were trembling as much as hers at this moment it was no mean feat that he was upright. She heard the toilet flushing the now redundant condom away and Ryan returned to the room bare-chested. He had stripped his shirt off and was now wiping his chest with his tee shirt.

He flopped back down on the bed.

"I really need a shower but I'm not sure my legs will hold me up."

Missy snuggled into him and he wrapped his arms around her.

"I like you all sweaty Babe."

Ryan laughed. "You won't be saying that in a couple of hours!" Missy slapped his chest.

They both settled into a quiet doze, both feeling utterly spent.

Missy woke up a while later, checking her watch to find she'd been asleep for almost an hour, a decent power snooze! She wiggled out from under Ryan's arms not wanting to wake him and crept into the bathroom to pee.

She glanced into the mirror at her hair in disarray. The Ryan Atwood kissing technique left a girl looking like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. She was trying to flatten it into submission when a buzzing noise startled her. Ryan's mobile lay on top of the toilet cistern and was vibrating wildly. She picked it up and noticed all the messages building up. O.K it was an invasion of Ryan's privacy but she wanted to know what was going on.

She opened the first message.

Kid, you have nothing to worry about, please come home, if not please just let us know you're O.K.

The second read.

Ryan buddy, you've got to stop doing this, you're giving everyone a nervous breakdown. Ring me.

There were reams of messages. They obviously cared about him. She knew that she was interfering but she made an executive decision seeing as Ryan wasn't thinking straight at the moment. These people were worried enough.

She opened the first message again and tapped away.

Ryan O.K, not in Chino but I will try and get him back soon, Melissa

She pressed send. Now to tackle Ryan to find out what was going on. Missy went back into the bedroom and settled back down next to Ryan. He opened his eyes.

"Hey Sleepyhead." Missy snuggled back into him.

Ryan yawned.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour and you looked cute."

Ryan gave her a fake glare.

"I don't do cute."

Missy bit the bullet; catch him while he was still sleepy. She dropped the phone on his chest.

"You left this in the bathroom, you've got a lot of messages."

Ryan picked the phone up and put it on the nightstand.

"Ryan what's going on and don't tell me nothing!"

Ryan sighed and she could feel him tense up.

'Tell me…I'm a pretty good listener." Missy wheedled.

Ryan took a deep breath.

" I've really fucked up this time Melissa. I'm heading straight back to Juvie and there's nothing I can do about it."

"It can't be that bad surely?"

" Yeah…. It is. I punched out probably the most powerful man in Newport and he's pressing charges. I've broken the terms of my probation so …yeah I'm going back. I mean I've broken it before but no one has called the police but you can bet that Caleb loved that. Missy I can't go back, that place scares the shit out of me but I don't know how I'm going to get out of it."

"Isn't Mr Cohen a lawyer, he'll help you?"

"It was his father-in-law I punched, Kirsten's dad…. things are just so fucked up at the moment Melissa, why do I always fuck things up?"

Ryan reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rather squashed packet of cigarettes and lit up.

"I mean can't you plead extenuating circumstances or something?" Missy paused. " If you told them about your father dying."

"I don't think that would help."

Missy paused before deciding that it needed to be said. She lowered her voice.

"If you told them about what he did and how it's affecting you at the moment, would that help?"

Ryan went very still. He turned his head and looked at her face.

"What do you mean?"

"Ryan, Trey told me everything...I know Ryan …I know."

Missy's heart broke as Ryan slowly crumbled. He pushed her away and scrambled up. He walked over to the door and swung it open and slammed it behind him.

Missy saw the glow of the cigarette end as he stood outside the window. She knew he wasn't going anywhere clad just in his jeans. Ten minutes later he came back in.

In a low voice he said. "He had no right telling you that, he had no right."

"Why Ryan? Just because you bottle everything inside doesn't mean he has to. You can't keep running away from things, they will only follow you."

Missy walked over to Ryan and wrapped her arms around him; he stood stiffly before returning the hug.

"It wasn't your fault baby, none of it was your fault…you've got to let it go, get on with your life."

"What if I can't Melissa, what if I'm always going to feel like this?"

She silently hugged him before she continued.

"The Cohens really seem to care about you but you've got to start letting them in. I know they're not family and they never will be but they are the closest damn thing you are ever going to get to a real one. I can't see your mom or Trey leaving so many messages for you. Half the time they didn't know you existed."

" But they're my family…. I don't…"

" Let me guess, you think that you are somehow being disloyal to them by being happy with the Cohens…that's a crock of shit Ryan, you've got to stop being a martyr. You owe it to yourself to be happy; don't let your fucking family get in the way. Live for yourself for once."

She felt his tears roll down the back of her neck. She just hoped he was listening.

"But I don't know how to anymore." Ryan tightened his hold.

TBC