Okay . . . #1: I nevermentioned the amount of heroin Trey was giving Ryan, and it can take DIFERENT amounts of heroin to kill a person, it's human anatomy . . . it looks like some people didn't pay attention in Health class! Naughty, Naughty!

So Enjoy

"Hello Sandy!" Trey spat out nervously.

Sandy smiled, but was hard to believe when the man had dark rings under his eyes.

"Good morning Trey," Sleep was something Sandy couldn't and wouldn't think about right now.

Sandy felt uncomfortable; he had to search Trey's apartment. That meant he had to go threw his personal property.

He had never had a problem searching through Seth or Ryan's stuff; it was a part of parenthood. And invading his son's privacy was fully in his rights.

He remembered when Ryan and Seth had snuck out to go to a party last year. Of course they knew, but it was so easy to go snooping, so him and Kirsten had let it slide.

They had giggled at the boy's journals. Seth's was dedicated to Summer, and Ryan's was deeper and he had often complemented the Cohen's.

Trey needed to get Sandy out of here quickly. "Well Mister Cohen, you can look anywhere . . . but I'm need to be getting down to Fresno to see if Theresa has seen him."

Sandy nodded, Trey was really trying to find Ryan. Maybe he wasn't such a bad influence after all. "Okay, well I'll try to hurry and get out of your way."

Sandy began his journey through the poolhouse-sized apartment. It was messy, but not enough to hide a bulky teenaged boy. After his search was done, he thanked Trey. Ryan wasn't there. What a relief, but as he left, a feeling of unease had creeped into his senses. And as hard as tried he couldn't shake it.

After saying goodbye to Trey, he was off again searching for his son.

Trey was wiped, he laid, he dragged his body over to the sofa and he plopped down. He needed to rest for a few minutes . . . only a few. Then he would go take Ryan out of the hole before he could suffocate.

Pain, excruciating pain. Even in the midst of unconsciousness, Ryan had felt it.

He had been tormented for the last few hours with nightmares, memories of what the last night had brought him.

It had taken him at lest twenty minutes to get enough strength to open his eyes. It was either pitch black or he had gone blind, neither of those answers settled well with him.

His head felt as if someone had played the drums on it. He tried to bring his hand up to his head, but a clanking sound and his other hand followed him.

It was then that he realized his brother had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure he didn't get loose.

He never thought of himself being claustrophobic, put the dinky space had proven him wrong. Even though it was dark he felt everything start to spin. Trying to pull in air was impossible to do at with the gag securely in place.

Nausea was filling his hazy mind; he was going to be sick if all the spinning didn't stop. He tried to move his arms; maybe if he could bang on wherever he was someone could hear and come save him.

Why was everything numb? Was he going to die in this little coffin-like hole?

As he became more aware he panic couldn't be contained. Ryan was breathing rapidly, but had little oxygen to help his starving lungs.

Suddenly he was lightheaded, the spinning was worse. I'm gonna die here! His mind screamed.

The last thing he saw before he passed out was himself with the Cohen's, his family.

TBC