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Come Undone
Chapter 23
Ryan could hear someone calling his name. Shit, had he overslept? Was he late for school? He was never late for school.
"Come on Ryan, open your eyes."
Maybe if he ignored the voice he could catch another ten minutes. His brain tried to work out whose voice it was, he didn't recognise it.
"That's it… open those eyes."
Damn it, whoever it was wasn't going to let him sleep anymore. He dragged his eyes open expecting to find himself in the pool house. He blinked up at the bright lights overhead.
"Hey there sleeping beauty…we wondered when you were going to come round."
Ryan tried to focus on the shape in front of him, he must be still dreaming. He had a healthy teenage interest in women wearing tight nurses uniforms, they featured in his dreams sometimes. So that must be it, he must be having one of those dreams; maybe this was the bit of the dream that got interesting.
Ryan frowned as a penlight shone in his eyes. A skinny medic homed into view.
"Hello Ryan, welcome back…. How are you feeling?" There was a long pause. "Can you tell me where you are?"
This dream sucked.
"Ryan, do you understand me? Do you know where you are?"
Where the fuck was he? His brain tried to work out what was real.
"Ryan…"
The astringent smell of antiseptic assaulted his nose. Hospital? Crap, he was in hospital? He blinked several times trying to remember what had happened. He mentally processed what bits of him hurt. He worked his way upwards. Legs fine, stomach, he felt slightly nauseous but O.K…ribs good, arms felt heavy but otherwise in working order. Head…shit…the back of his head hurt like a bitch. In fact his whole head felt like he'd downed a bottle of scotch the night before.
"Ryan, you're worrying me now. You've got to give me something here."
The light was flashed in his eye again. He pulled his head away. He wanted to tell the guy to fuck off but that wouldn't be polite. He shut his eyes again…ten more minutes.
"No you don't … you need to stay awake for me Ryan."
"Fuck off." He swiped at the hand that shook him. Oops, so much for politeness, that hadn't supposed to come out aloud.
The doctor gave a snorted laugh.
"That's good Ryan, can you tell me where you think you are?"
"Hospital?" His voice sounded strangely muffled to him.
That elicited a relieved sigh.
"Good, good…can you remember why you are here?"
Ryan thought about that one. Hmm…. Chino…he'd been in Chino…with Missy…ahh… yup there it was. It all came flooding back.
"I got my ass kicked." Ryan mumbled.
Another laugh. He didn't think there was anything funny about getting punched out by a fucking psycho.
"My head hurts."
"You took quite a knock, we'll get you something for that in a minute. Can you count to ten for me?"
Ryan slowly counted. He was tempted to leave a few numbers out to freak the guy but thought better of it. Knowing his luck they'd jab a needle in his ass and whip him up to surgery before he could tell them he'd been joking.
"Good, good." The doctor smiled at him. He had obviously checked the boxes on the brain front.
The nurse injected something into the canular in the back of his hand.
"You should feel a bit better soon. You have quite a group of people in the waiting room. I think they've all worn a groove in the carpet the amount they've been pacing. Do you think you are up to visitors yet?" the doctor questioned.
"How long have I been out?" Ryan started feeling the warm fuzzy glow of the morphine hitting his bloodstream.
"Just over two hours, young man. You had everyone very worried."
Ryan reached around and felt the bump on the back of his head. His hair was all sticky and stiff. Damn, he must have really cracked it hard to be out that long.
"We had to put a couple of stitches in your scalp and you have some minor contusions on the rest of your body but I guess you know that already. I suggest you try and steer clear of any more fights for a while. We'll keep you in overnight for observation. You should be ready to go in the morning barring any complications. You were very lucky this time Mr Atwood."
Lucky…yeah right, that was why he was lying in a hospital bed. The doctor left the room; the nurse was in the middle of checking his blood pressure when the door opened. Ryan looked up expecting to see Missy.
Sandy and Kirsten hurried over to the bed.
"Thank God." Kirsten wrapped her arms around him. "How are you feeling sweetie?"
Ryan breathed in the warm scent of her perfume and let himself be hugged. Kirsten released him and held his hand tight.
" Kid, what are we going to do with you?" Sandy sighed, smiling at him.
"What…. what are you doing here?" Ryan stuttered.
"You think we would get a call to say that you were unconscious in hospital and just sit at home? Seth, Luke and Summer are all here, as are half of Chino it seems Ryan."
Kirsten looked worriedly at him.
"Don't ever do that to us again, that was one of the worst phone calls we've ever taken."
Sandy sat on the end of the bed.
"The police want to know if you want to press charges. They want a statement from you."
Great… They would haul his ass back to Newport for sure now.
"I'm sorry."
"You're O.K that's the main thing…. No more fighting whilst you're here, got it?" Sandy said sternly softening his words with a relieved smile.
"But…I thought …" Ryan looked from Sandy to Kirsten.
"You thought we'd make you come home? Ryan, we had a deal. Although this latest little escapade scared the hell out of us, the deal stands."
Sandy saw the look if relief wash over Ryan. He felt dismayed that Ryan so obviously didn't want them at the moment.
Ryan tried to think of what the catch was, why were they doing this when he knew that they didn't want him in Chino? His fuzzy brain and the morphine weren't making for a whole lot of coherent thought at the moment, so he gave up trying.
"Thanks for being so cool about everything… It's good to see you. I've missed you both." He squeezed Kirsten's hand and smiled. He shut his eyes and missed the look that passed between the Cohens.
Sandy gave an audible sigh. They both realized that to get Ryan to understand that he had a home with them, it meant letting him go. They'd been worried that it might backfire on them. Thank God it seemed to be paying off. Ryan had actually admitted genuinely to missing them and that sounded the best thing in the world to Sandy's ears and by the look on his wife's face, hers too. Ryan missed them and he had just come out and said it. Sandy beamed. He looked at the teenager as he buried his head in the pillow and lost the battle against sleep.
Ryan spent the next day in bed at the refuge. It felt good to be out of the hospital and be in a bed that didn't rustle, why did they starch the sheets so much in these places? It was also a relief to be in his own clothes. Hospital gowns fucked him off. There was something wrong about getting out of bed for a leak and showing the world your ass, no matter how much you tried to hold the freaking thing together at the back.
Missy had collected him the next morning. When they had arrived back, Sarah and Co had treated him like he was some sort of hero. Ryan tried telling them that tripping on the sidewalk and braining yourself was not remotely heroic but they wouldn't listen.
Danny bounced around him like he had just won a title fight and kept asking for every detail again and again until Ryan had admitted defeat and had retreated to his room. His head still pounded so he'd taken a couple of tablets and curled up in bed. He had slept on and off for most of the day. It seemed that every time he woke there was another cup of coffee or morsel of food on the nightstand. He lost count of how many cups he had poured down the sink because he didn't want to offend anyone.
The next day he had awoken with a clear head, he'd showered, crept downstairs and let himself out the backdoor. He'd had the lecture from Sarah saying that he was not to do any work for a few days. That had sounded appealing yesterday, as he was still feeling rough. Today he felt fine, the back of his head was sore but he felt ready to get back to it.
He let himself into the tool shed in the yard and set about sorting out the workbench. Someone had gathered all the things he'd been using and just dumped them in a pile whilst he'd been in hospital. Ryan would admit he was a bit anal when it came to neatness, so he set about putting things back in their right places. That had evolved into a general re-sorting of the shed. He had lost all track of time when the door opened.
"Jesus Ryan, don't do that. Sarah and me have been looking all over for you!" Missy swiped his arm. "What the hell are you doing out of bed?"
Ryan watched Missy puff herself up to give him roasting. She was wearing one of her trademark mini skirts and a tight vest top. With her hands on her hips she looked pissed at him and utterly sexy.
He put down the box of nails he'd been holding and closed the gap between them. She just started her tirade again when he pressed her up against the side of the shed and kissed her, effectively shutting her up. She let out a whimper as he cupped his hands around her ass and pressed her into him. He kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth and slowly he rocked himself into her.
Missy drew away breathless.
"I guess this means you no longer have a headache."
Ryan kissed her neck.
"Something's aching but it's not my head." He mumbled into her hair.
He reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Missy moaned as he circled his thumb around her clit. With his free hand he fumbled with the buttons on his pants, releasing himself.
He continued to probe and stroke her whilst he thrust his hardness between her thighs, desperate for any form of friction against his cock. The thought that someone could walk in and interrupt them had made him hyper. He figured though that everyone would still be at breakfast so it should be O.K. but his dick was doing the thinking now and he couldn't stop.
Missy reached into his back pocket for his wallet. She slid her hand in to the other empty pocket.
"Where's your wallet?"
"In my room… I wasn't expecting any action in the yard Melissa."
Missy groaned in frustration.
"Damn."
Ryan picked her up and sat her on the workbench. He continued kissing her deeply as if he was trying to devour her. His prick kept nudging her incessantly, he wanted in. He pushed forward entering her slightly. Missy gasped and as much as she wanted to shift away she seemed powerless to do so.
"Ryan…we can't!"
Ryan was breathing heavily and pushed forward some more, she was so wet that he couldn't stop himself. He could count on one hand how many times he'd had a condomless fuck. Common sense had usually always prevailed but it felt so good. His cock was so much more sensitive without its protective rubber jacket. He felt like he was entering silk instead of cotton.
"Do you trust me?" He pushed himself up to the hilt and stared intently at Missy.
She nodded.
He let himself go and started to buck his hips frantically. Christ…he never wanted to wear a condom again, every nerve ending was electric in his body. Missy pushed herself forward meeting his lunges as he pounded himself into her. Missy started to make the dirty little noises that drove him insane. He felt her pulsate around him as she came. He could also feel the warning signs of his own impending orgasm. He knew that he should withdraw pronto but it went against the laws of human nature for a man, he just wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. He felt the pull on his balls and quickly pulled himself out and turned away from Missy.
He tightly held himself as he shot his load onto the floor. He stood panting, relieved that he'd managed to do the right thing.
Missy gave a breathless laugh.
"You like to sail close to the wind, don't you?"
He gave Missy one of his sideways glances and rested his forehead against the wall of the shed. Damn, that had been close.
They kissed for a while before straightening themselves out. Ryan scuffed the floor with his boot to remove any incriminating evidence.It would be just like Danny to barge in and loudly ask what the substance on the floor was. That kid was so inquisitive but Ryan loved having him around. Ryan looked at Missy as they exited the shed. They were so busted if anyone saw them, it was plain as day that Melissa had just had a good seeing to. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was all over the place. Ryan gave her a wicked smile.
"Don't you smile at me like that Buster. That's the one and only time I let you in without a glove on!" She tried to look stern. "And that was only because you've been in the wars recently."
"Understood ma'am." Ryan couldn't help grinning.
They tried to sneak into the house but got waylaid in the kitchen by Sarah. Ryan could instantly see that something was troubling her. Before he could question her he heard Danny's plaintive voice from the hall.
"But I don't WANT to go. I want to stay here." He shouted.
They heard Danny stomp up the stairs.
Sarah reached out and grabbed Ryan's arm.
"Becky heard from her mom a little while ago, they're leaving in an hour for Wisconsin."
Missy looked at Ryan as he stood looking bewildered, she reached out to put her arms around him. Ryan stepped back and crossed his arms.
Ryan felt a rush of emotions that he couldn't comprehend. He looked at Missy and swallowed. He physically felt the black dogs returning as he felt his world crumble. Why did this have to happen now?
TBC