Okay . . . I need to explain some things, At the beginning of this story I wrote "I made some changes to the Season Finale," (Obviously, I put a twist on how I wanted things to happen!) In other words . . .Kirsten is NOT in rehab! I didn't like how it affected the family environment, who knows I may write a story about that . . .

Here is the next Chapter!

Sandy Cohen leaned heavily back onto the seat, he never thought things would happen like this. It was near 7:00 a.m. And Ryan was still missing; no one had seen him and the police force had come up empty.

Seth had called at least 2 dozen times, asking of they had found anything new. Seth had told him that Marissa and Summer were angry at him for not calling them right away. Sandy had smiled at that, the girls were worried sick, that made him feel worse.

He had tried to call Trey several times in the past few hours, but no one picked up. Now he was no his way down there.

Sandy was a little antsy; Marshall wasn't with him he was doing this alone. The oldest Cohen picked up his cell phone to call Trey one more time. It was ringing.

"Yeah?" Trey talked into the phone, feeling slightly wheezy from the after effects of his cocaine. No sleep had come that night; Trey had sat next to Ryan the entire night he had to make sure he kept breathing. Ryan had gained consciousness in his feverish haze.

Trey remembered everything Ryan had said to him . . .

Flashback:

"What's going on?" The whisper had been so low Trey had barely caught it. Trey had watched as Ryan slowly remembered everything, the horror, and the pain. Two huge blue eyes stared back at the older Atwood; shock had registered the most in Ryan's eyes.

Trey knew he should take Ryan to the hospital, one could only imagine how messed up Ryan was. Trey had tried to reason with Ryan telling him that the thing with Marissa was an accident, and that she wasn't worth it. Ryan began to yell and scream for help, but he wasn't loud enough in his condition.

Trey couldn't take any chanced though, so he acted quickly; he had gagged his own brother, he had luckily found another pair of handcuffs in that ugly stained drawer, he had long ago forgotten the name of the girl who had given them to him. And he handcuffed Ryan's other hand to the headboard, to prevent him from taking out the gag.

He knew that if he couldn't convince Ryan, he'd either be looking at a murder charger, or kidnapping at best.

Ryan had begun fighting tooth and nail again, but he often would run out of energy and start swaying unnaturally in his sitting position on the bed, and when he finally got enough energy he would start fighting again.

Trey did the only thing he could think of . . . he injected heroin into Ryan's arm. To his dismay Ryan's eyes had glossed over in record time. Ryan swayed back and forth at a sickly rate; Trey could barely stand to look at him when he did so.

Finally Ryan had passed out, and Trey watched his chest move up and down. It was then that Trey had realized the he could keep Ryan quiet by using small dosages of heroin. That might work. Trey reasoned.

End Of Flashback:

"Trey, it's Sandy Cohen again, I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past few hours!" Sandy spoke tiredly.

Trey had to think of an explanation quick, "Oh, I was . . . looking for Ryan!" He has to believe that one.

Sandy smacked his forehead. Of course he was looking for Ryan, he's his brother! "Of course, sorry my mind has escaped me this morning. Have you found him?" He bit his lip waiting for an answer.

Trey looked down at his feet, looking for a quick believable answer. "No, nobody has seen him. Although some of his old friends said they'll keep they're eyes pealed, and spread the word!"

"That's good, well that's not good . . . I mean we haven't found him yet and it's a relief that the word is going out," Sandy tripped over his words, wishing for a cup of coffee to wake him up. "Anyway, I'm on my way down to your apartment, the police are suppose to search all of the possible places he might go," Sandy paused for a second. "They think . . . that someone has kidnapped him, they told us that it seems to the most plausible answer for his sudden disappearance."

Trey took in a sharp breath. Sandy couldn't come here, he would find Ryan, and then Trey would be screwed. Maybe he could hide Ryan.

"The police are searching all possible homes, and they told me that I could search your apartment since you don't trust the law enforcement," Sandy shot into the phone.

"How far are you away from my apartment?" Trey asked, rubbing his forehead. "20 minutes, 25 at the most." Trey let out his breath. "Okay, then I'll see you in a few!" He quickly hung up the phone and darted towards his room.

I know I'm torturing Ryan, but it's soooo fun!

TBC