Wow 7 reviews already... so i am putting up the second chappy now... hope to have more up soon. I got this idea a while back but i finally had time to write today. This chapter is a bit longer so I hope you like it!
"You are?" Caleb asked but it sounded more like a statement.
"Yea. Now where's my son old man?" He asked getting agitated. Ryan could tell with out even looking that Caleb was getting pissed off himself. And Caleb was wondering why the hell Ryan wasn't a rude kid.
"Calm down." Caleb said in an angry tone. "You didn't even give me your name or identification." Caleb said. Ryan wondered why he just wasn't handing him over with out a second thought. He heard his father sigh.
"Here is my old licence. Need more?" He said getting upset. Ryan remembered what that was like.
"Ok John..." Caleb was cut short and Ryan heard the click of a gun. That's when he came out.
"I'm right here." Ryan said hoping to calm his father. His father had the gun pointed right at Caleb. "No need to hurt anyone." Ryan stated holding his arms up near his waist with his palms out to show he wasn't armed or would fight back. John smiled.
"Well there you are. Your mom said you were living the good life. I just had to see for myself." John stated walking toward his son. Ryan backed up a little bit. Caleb looked on at the seen before him. Ryan looked terrified. He has never seen Ryan look scared never the less terrified.
"What do you want dad?" Ryan asked quietly.
"I came to get you back. You belong with family." John said still agitated. Ryan swallowed.
"I am with family." He said softly looking slightly up at him. Johns eyes went wide.
"What did you say?" John asked knowing full well what he said. Ryan knew this was his out. Say something else but he didn't. He had to stick up for himself.
"I said I am with family." He repeated and before he knewit John punched him in the face. Ryan stumbled into the wall. His nose bleeding.
"Hey!" Caleb said. John turned to face him. "You can't come in here and do that!" Caleb said rasing his voice. Again shocking Ryan.
"Oh yea? Well he is my kid and this gun here gives me the authority to do what I want!" John yelled back pointing the gun again at Caleb. Caleb backed up a step from instinct when the gun was raised to him once again. "Well looks like you're a very rich man. Why don't you start rounding up the valuables." John said to Caleb who just scoffed at him.
"I wouldn't give you a dime." He said and crossed his arms.
"You are a stubborn son of a bitch aren't you?" John stated. Ryan watched the whole scene in front of him. Caleb had no clue what his dad was capable of.
"You could say that." Caleb said not backing down. John then turned to Ryan and swiftly grabbed his arm before he could back away. He pulled the boy to him.
"Ok. Well since you are so fond of this kid, I guess you wouldn't want to see him hurt?" John said pointing the gun now at Ryan's head. Ryan wanted to laugh. Caleb was never fond of him.
"You would honestly hurt your own flesh and blood?" Caleb said a bit shocked.
"You have to do what you need too to survive." John said coldly. Caleb finally realized what Ryan's life was like growing up. Ryan looked up at Caleb. They made eye contact and then Ryan looked away. Ashamed. Ryan thought that if Caleb didn't hate him before, then he defiantly did now.
"Ok. Ok. Here." Caleb said reaching into his pocket. John held tightly on to Ryan and watched carefully what Caleb was pulling out. Ryan winced at the grip his father had on him but didn't make a sound. Caleb pulled out his wallet. "I have a thousand dollars right here. Just take it and leave." He said.
"Yea right old man. Look I know this house is worth millions. It will take a lot more then that to get rid of me." John said laughing. He looked at Ryan. "You know where all the goods are don't you Ry?" Ryan looked at him then Caleb.
"No. I don't." He stated simply.
"Don't lie to me!" John yelled and hit Ryan again. This time with the butt of the gun across his temple. Ryan whimpered in pain and tried to regain his balance. The blow made his head all fuzzy and hard to see.
"Stop that! Don't hit that boy!" Caleb yelled and John turned to him.
"Shut up! Either I get what I want or he doesn't live past today!" John threatened. Caleb looked at Ryan. He was holding the side of his head with one hand as John gripped the other. He saw Ryan was in pain and confused but at the mention of not living pasted the day made him freeze.
"Ok, I'll get you what you want." Caleb said and John smiled. Ryan knew this wasn't good.