Rough Edges
A/N: I found a little bit of time Monday night and wrote a bit…I know the chapters are not long but I do the best I can. Love me or leave me. Well, on with what you people want…my story. I love writing this, but I love reviews more.:-) So leave me a little bit of feedback by clicking on the little man you all need to know by now. Love, Converses Rolled Down.
This chapter is dedicated to my most faithful reviewers…KC-chick, I-Believe-In-The-Butterflies, slimkay, dodgeviper, and Jules.
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Ryan rolled the cigarette between his fingers, debating whether it was smart to light up or not. He couldn't fight the tobacco monkey on his back by himself, so he slid his lighter out of his coat pocket and ignited the night air. The smoke slowly filled his awaiting lungs when he saw something or rather someone move into his range of sight. He locked eyes with them and stepped closer into the light.
'She's beautiful,' Ryan thought as his sapphire eyes scanned her body.
"Who are you?" The gorgeous creature asked.
He tilted his head; girls seemed to like when he looked at them like that-at least the ones back in Chino did, "whoever you want me to be."
She laughed, "Okay."
'Damn it, I blew it.' Ryan deeply inhaled, causing her to glance at him once more.
"Hey, can I bum a smoke?"
Ryan nodded and moved closer to her, never once taking his bold eyes from her soft blue ones. He brought another cigarette out from its crisp box, and held it out for her. She smiled and leaned in to light her cigarette from his gradually dissolving one. She smiled.
'Oh god, she's beautiful. She smiled at me…what the hell is wrong with me it's just a girl…I used to be good at this. No feelings, no "oh god she's beautiful." It's just another girl, another opportunity for sex.'
Once she was smoking on her own, Ryan backed away to lean on the lamp post; still transfixed by her.
"What are you doing here?"
He pushed himself off the lamp post and walked closer to her, stopping at a mail box and placing his hand on it to hold himself up, "I stole a car; actually my brother, Trey, stole a car, crashed it , and got thrown in jail. I got off, but my brother-he had a gun and some drugs on him. I went back to Chino only to have my piss-drunk mother kick me out, so Mr. Cohen took me in."
She paused; digesting the story, Ryan assumed, "You're the cousin from Boston right?"
Ryan nodded.
"Marissa Cooper, I live next door," she smiled again, and suddenly threw the cigarette on the ground, "Hey Mr. Cohen."
'Oh, god she's beautiful.'
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Kirsten watched as Sandy chatted with Marissa Cooper and brought the boy to the front door, she sighed and drank the last of the wine in her glass.
"Kirsten, this is Ryan. Ryan this is my lovely wife Kirsten."
She smiled weakly and escorted them inside, "What did Miss. Cooper have to say?"
"Oh, she invited Ryan to the fashion show…Casanova," Sandy retorted.
Ryan blushed, but only slightly.
"Ryan you can stay in the pool house."
"Thanks." He avoided her eyes; he didn't want to see the fear or distain that was carefully placed in them.
"I'll go get you some sheets, and pillows," she turned on her heels and headed down a long corridor.
"She'll come around, don't worry about her." Sandy watched his wife grab the first linins she could find.
Kirsten past her husband and shot him a glare, it was as if she were reminding him of the promise he had made earlier, 'Just a couple days, I promise.'
"This way Ryan," Kirsten walked him out to the pool house and lay the sheets on the bed, "you need anything else?"
Inside Ryan laughed-'I wouldn't mind having Marissa Cooper,' –"No, thank you Mrs. Cohen."
"Call me Kirsten," she smiled, he was an okay kid; at least he had some manners which she couldn't say about Seth.
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Seth climbed carefully back through the open window and finally collapsed on his window seat. "Holy crap, I don't think I've gotten that much exercise since the water polo jerks took my underwear and hung it up the flag pole," he laughed and rested Captain Oats on his thrashing chest. He smiled and shut his eyes; mentally re-drawing the events in his mind.
"Listen, I know you don't really know me…but I heard what happened and….well, I'm sorry. No one should have that done to them, especially someone like you. Someone so…beautiful; I'm sorry I said that, I mean I meant it but I shouldn't have said that to you. I mean you don't even know who I am. I would have brought you some flowers but I think you've got enough of those...I knew you'd get a lot of flowers and cards so, I brought you something else, something I thought was more original. I'm ganna leave it right here, on your table for you. Maybe you can listen to it when you are better…you will get better Summer, I promise you that."
He rubbed his hand, that had hours before been placed atop hers, it was softer now; her lotion had made its way onto his hand and wouldn't leave-not that he wanted it to.
"You think, she will remember me Captain Oats?" He sighed.
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'Come back, come back…I need you. Please.' Tears rolled down her cheek as she cried out for her comfort- her unknown comfort, her need, her air, her mystery voice.
"She had a pretty nasty fall, Mr. Roberts, she cracked her head open, and broke a couple ribs but I think she'll be just fine."
The doctor's voice stopped, and suspended Summer's heart in the stale hospital air.
"However, there is one thing to address. Summer…well; she had a large amount of Xtacy in her system and large bruises around her thighs. Mr. Roberts, I believe your daughter was drugged and raped."
Silence.
Then a scream, only it wasn't her fathers, it wasn't her step mothers, and it wasn't Marissa's…it was her own.
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'Oh, god he's gorgeous.'
Please, please, please let me know how that was...I probably will write some more tomorrow night but this is all I could get done before I had to do homework. I hope it's good, this is actually my favorite chapter so far what about you guys? Favorite chapter, character, story line? Let me know how you are liking it; it helps me to write, motivates me...makes me update faster. Love, C.R.D.