A/N: Hey again! Well, here's chapter two! I just realised I didnt put a disclaimer in the first chapter..So here it is: Ready? Ready? drumroll... Disclaimer: As much as I hate to admit it, I dont own The O.C, Seth, Ryan, Trey, or any mention of The O.C. related characters. I do, however, own Mr Ray Moreno, as does my lovely Authoress Kerry.
Tada! Wasnt that cool! Ok, getting off topic. Enjoy the chapter, and R&R! Thanks!

Unresolved
Chapter Two: Early Morning Phonecalls.

Ryan's flourish of thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the phone beside his bed rang.

Moping his brow, he slid over in his bed and picked it up.

"Hello?" he mumbled in a tired voice. Ryan's breath froze as he heard the strange voice on the other line introduce himself.

"Hello Mr Atwood, my name's Officer Turner calling from Roadwake prison in Chino."

All at once a series of possible scenarios began to raced through Ryan's head as soon as he registered the words 'Prison' and 'Chino'. 'Trey got arrested…Dad broke out…' his imagination ran wild as the fear and anxiety of the unknown had him in a perplexed state of boggled silence.

"Mr Atwood" continued Officer Turner pressing on aloofly a few moments later when it was clear that Ryan was not going to respond, "I'm calling to inform you of the release of one of the prisoner's here, Mr Ray Moreno. As you and your brother, Mr Trey Atwood, were implicants in his prosecution trial, It is my duty to alert you to make you aware of his release."

Ryan took a deep breath in an attempt to clear his head as he tried to take it all in.

'Ray was out.'

'Ray was out!'

The hair on the back of his neck plucked up like pink pricks and his throat had quickly become very dry.

"I'm so-so what does this mean,..for us." he chocked out in a voice so much more small and child-like than he had anticipated. He needed to know if a restraining order would be in place.

"Excuse me?" said the gruff voice on the other end, straining to hear Ryan's barely audible words. Ryan coughed and cleared his throat, 'Get a hold of yourself!' he scolded to himself feeling slightly embarrassed, 'You're a big boy now, Ray's an old man.' He tried again, "So what does-" But the Officer wasted no time in rudely cutting him off, his impatience was now highly visible, it was clear the officer felt he had better things to be doing than reassuring some grown man that his teenage ass would be protected against some liquor-loving geriatric.

"Could you give me a contact number for your brother? His number isn't listed on our database." So much for that restraining order...

Ryan paused, not actually sure himself of Trey's current number. He hadn't seen his brother since that night he'd left on the bus to Vegas, and Trey was not one to stay in close contact, especially not after what had happened. After a brief pause, he answered on a whim "It's alright, I'll pass the message on...Thank you, officer…" and hung up.

Ryan sighed, realising the true extend of what he had just said. He didn't had a clue where to start looking for Trey, Vegas was a big place and that was even if Trey had decided to stay there. True, looking for his brother was the last thing he'd expected to be doing right now, but he didn't really have much of a choice. Trey was the one who Ray had attacked all those years ago. Trey was the one who got him sent down.

Ryan sighed and ruffled the back of his hair, at a lot for what to do. He was sure Ray wouldn't chance getting put away again after so long...but then again this was Ray. He wasn't just violent when he was angry, he was mad.

Ryan messaged his chin, trying his best to think clearly under the circumstances.

'Ray will be an old man now,' he tried to reassure himself, but it failed in vain.

He knew Ray would still be Ray, give or take a few years, he's still be as strong, as short fused and as lethal as ever. The only question was...Was he bitter enough to try it again?

Ryan jumped out of bed and began to pull on some clothes, he had to do something, something quick, yet the problem was he didn't quite know what. In his hurry his mind was once again plagued with daunting allusions: What if Ray killed him? He wouldn't be there to lunge a brick at him this time. He had to find Trey.

He had to find a way to Trey before Ray did, he knew the only way Ray would get to Trey was through...

"Oh no" he said aloud having stopped mid-air. "Mom"

He made a mad dash for the phone, praying with all his might that Trey had decided to return home.

In his rush he knocked the phone off his bed and onto the floor at the other side. Just as he reclined and was about to dash round and get it, he heard a loud series of quick, familiarly annoying knocks on his door and realised that his manual alarm had just gone off. The very thing that usually woke him up every morning.

Seth.

Ryan gripped the side of his lip with his teeth, he couldn't let anyone else get involved in this mess, this was the last thing he needed. But never-the-less, Seth came bouncing on into the room a few moments later, stopped dead in his tracks, looked suspiciously at Ryan's dishevelled form and the went ahead in supplying Ryan with the very last words he needed to hear right now.

"Oh hey Ryan...wow, you're looking rather...um grungy-ish today..."

Ryan stared at him incredulously, yet Seth appeared not to have noticed.

"Hey did you know you're sweat-shirt's on back to front?"

End Chapter Two!

A/N: There ya go, chapter two in all it's mighty-ness. Credit to me and Kerry, and kudos to Kerry for adding in a little bit of comic relief from all this drama:D R&R and chapter three will be on it's way!