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Come Undone

Chapter 16.

Missy sat on the edge of the bed as Ryan talked. She watched as he nervously picked at the comforter.

"Growing up he was a great dad most of the time but when he drank he just turned into this… stranger…It didn't used to happen often so I used to try and separate the two sides but as I got older it became more difficult. Then when he lost his job he drank more and things became bad. The worst thing was I'd hear him go to Trey's room and I'd be relieved cause it meant that he'd leave me alone. How fucked up is that, wishing that on your brother?"

Ryan swallowed and ran his hand through his hair.

"I was so scared Missy, Mom ignored what was going on and Dad told us that we'd be taken away if we told. I really couldn't handle it anymore; I didn't know what was going on, I. …I just knew it was wrong. I began to wish for something bad to happen to him. I would fantasise that a bus would hit him or that he'd catch some disease and die."

Ryan paused before beginning again. He inhaled a shaky breath before continuing.

"When my dad got sent to prison I was so happy…I thought that I'd made it happen. I mean it was like a cloud had lifted from above our house. We didn't have to worry about him any more…but Mom kind of changed after that. She started bringing random guys home, you never knew who would be at the breakfast table in the morning. Some of them were nice but some were real assholes, ya know? They didn't like Trey and me around. They used to give us shit. Mom started drinking more. It was like she didn't care about anything anymore. One day Trey and me came home from school and we found her face down on the couch…. we couldn't wake her; I think she had taken some pills and, on top of the drink, she collapsed. I thought she was going to die. She was in hospital for a few days and we were taken into foster care for a while."

Ryan looked up at Missy.

" I thought it was all my fault…. that it was because I was happy that Dad had been sent away, that I was being punished because I thought those bad things."

Missy so wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault but she didn't want to break the flow of Ryan's confession. She was almost holding her breath, not wanting to break the spell and halt Ryan's words.

"When we went home again Mom had changed. She'd drink all the time; I think she blamed us for just about everything that was shit in her life. As I got older and Trey was around less I tried to make it up to her by staying out of trouble and looking after her…Trey had started hanging around with a bad crowd and it freaked Mom out. It got to the stage where I was the sensible good one for Mom but Trey wanted a kid brother who could handle himself, so I'd be a bad ass for him. We'd go out and do stupid stuff like steal from shops and get wasted at parties but to Mom I was like the Great White Hope. She was so fucking disappointed when I got arrested for stealing that car. The stupid thing was she didn't give a shit about me when her boyfriend beat the crap out of me on a regular basis…but stealing that car she just went off on one, acting like Mom of the Year who'd done so much for her kids and this is how they'd repaid her. Her way of dealing with it was to kick me out and just leave. She left me a note for Christ sake. I had nowhere to go."

Ryan lit a cigarette.

" So I called Sandy who was my PD and the next thing I know I'm living in this huge house in Newport, going to this fancy school and trying not to screw up again. Except I always screw up Melissa. Jesus, I burnt down a house the first week I was there."

Ryan told her about Marissa, Donnie, Tijuana, Oliver and the suspensions, the punching and the guns. Missy just listened.

"I've fucked up their lives so much maybe it's a good thing that I'm heading back to juvie, they can all get back to normal. I've tainted their lives too much, I'm like a fucking albatross circling over them."

He stubbed out his smoke. Missy waited but he had obviously used up his year's supply of talk. He'd said more in the last half hour than in the entire four days they had spent together in Chino. He rested his head back on the wall above the bed. He looked so confused, like he didn't know where that had all come from. Missy saw him blink his eyes a couple of times like he was trying not to break down again. She would give him time to regroup before she said her bit.

Missy got up and slipped her shoes on. She picked up Ryan's boots, tied the laces together and draped them over her shoulder.

"I'm going out for a bit, get us some supplies. You stay here, I won't be long." She lent over the bed and gave him a quick kiss.

"You're taking my boots?" Ryan looked puzzled then amused.

Mission accomplished, she thought that might break the tension.

"Just a precaution, I want you still to be here when I get back. I haven't finished with you yet."

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere Missy!" Ryan raised his eyebrow.

"Well…now you can't, I have you in my power." She winked and walked out the door.

Missy walked to the pier and found a pizza place and stocked up with a six-pack of beer. She ignored the strange looks she got regarding the boots strung over her shoulder. She was long past worrying what other people thought of her.

She returned to the Motel. Her heart skipped a beat when she found the bed empty.

"Ryan?"

"I'm in here."

The sound of the flush a few seconds later made her laugh to herself. Jesus she was turning neurotic where this boy was concerned. Hmm, who'd have thought? Ryan opened the door and flopped back down on the bed.

"Pizza and beer, I knew there was a reason I liked you Missy."

Ryan grabbed a slice. They both ate in silence. When it was finished Ryan rubbed his greasy fingers on his jeans, then started on the beer. Missy put the box on the floor then scooted up the bed and snuggled under Ryan's arm.

" Why do you think that you only bring shit into people's lives Ryan?" Missy questioned.

"I've told you all that's happened."

"Yeah…you did… but what about the good stuff? You didn't mention that, you're all about the negative but what about the positive? When I was talking to Seth that night in Chino he told me quite a different story about your stay in Newport. Let me see. What about you protecting Seth against the jocks, the bullying that stopped when you moved in. The fact that Seth now has friends and a hot girlfriend and it's all down to you; those are his words by the way. The fact that Seth reckons for the first time he feels like he's got a real family since you came to stay. He said before both his mom and dad were so busy with their jobs that he spent most of his time alone, you came along and that changed. O.K you mentioned the guns as if it was your fault but from the way Seth tells it you were quite the hero. Lance only got shot …"

"Luke."

"O.K Luke could have been a lot worse off than just a bullet in the arm if you hadn't gone for the gun and that Oliver dude would be dead if you hadn't talked him down. That Marissa chick was already screwed up before you came along according to Seth. And I'm pretty sure you didn't make her dad embezzle that money, so how was that your fault that she went off the rails? So you see, you're not such a harbinger of doom as you make out."

Missy tilted her head around to look at Ryan's face, his eyes were shut but she could tell he was listening because he'd opened them when she had stopped talking and was looking at her.

"And me? Well, I'm hitting the coke on the head. You scared the shit outta me the other night and that got me thinking if it can happen to you, then that could happen to me. So see, good came out of that. I'm also thinking about moving out of Chris's and getting a proper job. Hey, do you think I could get work around here? There must be hundreds of rich people that need a housekeeper or maid."

Ryan laughed.

"Somehow I can't see you with your head down a toilet giving it a good clean Melissa!"

Missy gave him a slap.

"I could so do that buster, if I put my mind to it…anyway there might be fringe benefits to staying here."

Ryan sighed.

"I'm not going to be here Melissa…I told you I'm heading back to juvie and that's that."

"Haven't you even looked at any of your messages 'cause I did…Yeah wrong of me but I'm a female and naturally nosey. I gotta tell you Ryan that they seem pretty hell bent on telling you things are going to be alright."

Missy lent over and picked up his mobile and opened it. The phone had no messages.

"Did you read them?"

Missy looked at Ryan's face. His expression said it all.

"Jesus Ryan, you didn't read one of them?" Missy thrust the phone into his hands. "Ring them!"

"Missy, Just leave it…"

Missy grew stern.

"Well, it's a good thing I sent them a message to say you were with me then, isn't it? I'm not sure how much of a comfort that would be though considering the last time you were with me you OD on coke but at least they know you haven't jumped off the pier. Yeah, I'm an interfering bitch I know but ya love me!"

Ryan hugged her close.

"You know what...I rang you 'cause I wanted to see a friendly face …."

Missy leant up and nipped his ear.

"Liar, you rang because you wanted to get laid."

Ryan laughed and continued.

" I wanted to see a friendly face! I wasn't expecting you to morph into this nurturing advice giving type. Thanks… I mean it."

"So, are you going home in the morning then?" Missy tentatively asked.

"Yeah, I've got to face them sometime."

Missy got up off the bed and grabbed his hand.

"Come on then, we have the rest of the night to play."

She led him into the bathroom.

"You're not going to show me how you clean a toilet are you? Cause that isn't my idea of getting dirty! Although the thought of you in a maid's uniform is kind of hot!" Ryan's eyes shone with amusement.

She pointed to the shut toilet seat. "Sit."

She started running the tub and added the little complimentary bottle of bubble bath to the running water.

Ryan reached over and grabbed her ass as she bent over and swirled the water around.

"Down boy...don't touch!" She slapped his hands away.

Ryan sat back down. "So is this some kind of kinky role play where you treat me like a dog?"

Missy ignored the comment and continued to swirl the water around. She could feel Ryan's eyes bore into her back…or more correctly her backside. She bent over again in an overtly exaggerated manner knowing that her short skirt would ride high on her legs and expose her ass cheeks. Ryan's breathing became heavier letting her know that he was enjoying the show.

The bath was half full of soft bubbles and steaming water. Missy turned off the faucet. She turned around and stood in front of Ryan.

"Stand up."

"You getting all dominant on me?" Ryan complied with a grin on his face. "Cause I've got to say I'm liking this …."

Missy placed her index finger to his lips. "Shhhhhh"

Ryan opened his mouth and caught her finger between his teeth lightly. She pulled her hand away.

"Behave Ryan."

Missy undid the button on his pants and pulled the zipper down, she slid
her hands under the elastic of his boxers and slowly pulled both down his legs. Ryan stepped out of the pooled fabric on the floor and stood in front of Missy.

"Get in the bath."

Ryan stepped into the tub and lowered himself; he slid his back down and submerged himself, then came up and squeezed the water out of his hair.

"I hope you are going to join me Missy, it's a shame to waste all these bubbles on me."

Missy slowly stripped off her clothes and stepped into the water kneeling between Ryan's outstretched legs. Missy unwrapped the thin sliver of soap and lathered her hands up; she reached forward and ran her soapy hands over Ryan's chest. Ryan shut his eyes and lent his head back as her fingers rubbed over his nipples, the soap made her hands slip slickly over his pecs as she stroked and caressed. She continued onto his arms, he tensed causing the already well-defined muscles to bulge. Missy thought that no sixteen year old had a right to have arm muscles like that; God knows what Ryan would develop into when he reached full manhood if this is what he was like as a teenager.

Ryan grinned and pulled her down and forward into him so she was lying directly on top of him causing the water to sluice the soap off their bodies and slop out of the tub onto the floor. Ryan kissed her, his wet hands lacing through her hair. They kissed for a while, Missy grinding against Ryan's hard on with her belly. The water was cooling now and they both stepped out of the tub. Ryan wrapped the slightly scratchy motel towel around Missy and carried her through to the bed. Ryan disappeared back into the bathroom and returned with his jeans, fishing a condom out of the pocket. He stood at the end of the bed and rolled it on, and then with a predatory look in his eyes he crawled up the bed and onto Missy. Missy lifted her hips to meet him but he kept pulling back with a wicked grin on his face.

"Ryan!"

"I thought you liked the whole teasing thing Missy?"

He nudged again, She arched her back and gave an erotic cry that almost made Ryan come there and then. He stayed still and focused, then slowly started thrusting. Missy's nails clawed at his back, he was sure that after his encounters with her he looked like he'd been attacked by a cougar or something but it was hot how she was so readily into sex after all the slap downs he'd gotten from Marissa.

Ryan started picking up the pace, Missy's hips rising in time with his. He tried to hold on for her as she moaned and built up to an orgasm but he could feel the pull in his balls. He groaned.

"Missy, Sorry I'm gonna …"

Missy heard the sexy plea in his voice and that was enough to tip her over the edge and she rocked in unison with him.

They lay in each other's arms in a post coital stupor, Missy wondering how this sixteen-year-old boy had found his way into her promiscuous heart, Ryan wondering what tomorrow would bring. There was one thing he needed to do before returning to the Cohen's and he knew that Missy wouldn't like it one bit.

TBC