Well here is the next Chapter,
Enjoy . . .
Our envy of others devours us most of all. -Alexander Solzhenitsyn:
Trey sat up quickly and rubbed his forehead. How long had he slept? It was dark outside, which would mean that he definitely overslept.
He was disoriented; the cocaine had something to do with that, he was sure.
Something tugged at his senses, had he forgotten something? Was it important?
Remembering things were not his strong suit, especially after a visit to the cocaine fairies.
His knew dealer had set him up with some magic stuff, it had heightened his senses and it made him feel like he was on top of the world.
The downside to this drug was mass confusion, and anger. He had overdosed before, his anger hadn't left him, and he was deathly sick for the entire week after.
His anger had kept him alive though; no one would try to mess with someone with a crowbar that sat proudly in his passenger side seat.
But the only thing that bothered Trey now, was a feeling complete loathing for himself.
He had promised, over and over that cocaine would not hold to him ever again. He had failed, he was worse than before. His growing dependency was clouding everything, his life was in shambles.
And as he berated himself, the inkling in the back of his mind pushed harder, and now he was feeling even more uneasy. The last thing he wanted to do was to forget something that could potentially screw him over.
Maybe he had forgotten to pay his dealer. It couldn't have been that though; he HAD paid them after he cashed his check.
He racked his brain. It finally came to him,
"Ryan." The words were spoken in a whisper.
How could he have forgotten his baby brother, sure he could remember where he put his cocaine, but when it came to Ryan, some things about him had slipped.
Adrenaline was all he ran on now.
What good would it be if Ryan was dead, he would go back to prison. He would have absolutely no one in this god awful world.
He WAS bitter; he'd be the first to testify to it. And with it, a hatred for everyone who had something to live for had grown with it. And with that, anger for Ryan- his own flesh and blood, had been born.
When they were little, Ryan had been the 'fruit' of Chino and he was going somewhere. To this day he really had gone somewhere; he had a family that would support him, that would be his salvation.
He opened the door and walked into his room, he really needed to clean it. His clothes were strewn across the floor and totally encompassed his bed. Cartons from various restaurants had their own place too.
He was dizzy, and he was nauseous. But what was worst was that in the far reaches of his mind, he hoped Ryan was dead.
Cause if Ryan was dead, then this whole thing would be over. He would hide the body in the woods or some secluded place where no one would ever find him.
Ryan Atwood would become just another hopeless missing person's case that was never solved. The Cohen's would be devastated, but they would eventually get over it. And if they never did, then they would become just another troubled rich family.
He opened the closet doors, and got to his knees. The floor was bare in the closet, the wooden planks held true.
The little space was the only clean space in the room; he would have to work hours to see the wooden floor again. Even if he were to clean it, it would be messy again in a week.
The floorboards were lifted carefully.
Trey couldn't decipher whether Ryan was still breathing. After manhandling Ryan under the armpits, Trey used all the energy he had left to pull Ryan from the dark dank whole in the floor.
Ryan's head lolled uselessly against his older brothers' chest.
Trey checked Ryan's pulse, it was thumping against his fingers. His breathing was a bit worrisome though. It was erratic, and shallow.
He pulled the gag off and looked at his brother with sympathy.
Ryan needed medical care that never in a thousand years Trey could ever provide.
He knew Ryan would never consent to leaving the Cohen's, Trey knew he was screwed.
And for more hours than Trey could ever remember, he held his brother against him and prayed that one day, god would forgive him for what he was about to do.
TBC