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Ryan's morning had been miserable. He had been woken up at 7:00 in the morning after barely getting an hours rest the previous night. He had spent the night tossing and turning feeling more betrayed then he'd ever felt in his life. He wanted nothing more then to go back to the Cohen's home. His home. They were his family and that was his home. When he had been eating his morning meal of something grey and lumpy that tasted like cardboard and a sour box of milk one of the guards had told him that sandy would be meeting him at the adult jail he was being transferred to. Shit. He had forgotten about that. This was not the news he had been hoping for when he had woken up. He had been hoping that Theresa would have confessed and it was all a dream that he was being held here for something he didn't even do. He knew sandy would do everything in his power to get him out but even Sandy wouldn't be able to get the judge to change their mind if they decided to send him to jail.

As Ryan sat on his bunk waiting for one of the guards to come to take him up to the van that would be taking him to the other jail he thought about how much he had screwed up his life. All too soon Ryan could hear the shuffling of feet down the hallway and soon enough Officer Haddix appeared at the door. Officer Haddix was one of the nicest guards in the jail and personally he was Ryan's favorite. He was glad that he was the one that would be escorting him to the other jail.

"All set, kid?" Haddix asked Ryan gently sliding open the bars. When Haddix called Ryan kid it sent a million different feelings through him. First he felt anger at being referred to as a kid. If he was a kid why was he being sent to an adult jail? Next it was guilt. He shouldn't be having bad thoughts about the only guard in this place that seemed like they cared about him. But the biggest feeling Ryan felt was sorrow. Sandy called him kid. And having the guard call him that made him miss the Cohen's and his home in Newport so much that his heart actually ached. He felt his throat getting tighter and he knew that if he wasn't careful he would cry. He was fucking 18 years old. He shouldn't cry over stupid things like this.

Get a grip Ryan, he thought to himself.

The guard looked at him with concern in his eyes. "You okay?" he asked.

It was then that Ryan remembered he had asked him a question. "Oh, uh sorry what did you say?" he shook his head as if trying to clear his jumbled mind and focus on the question being asked,

"I just wanted to know if you were ready to go," the guard eyed him suspiciously. "You sure you're okay, kid?"

Ryan closed his eyes and nodded trying to force the image of the Cohen's out of his mind. If he wanted to make this easier for himself he had to make himself forget the Cohen's. Not that he could ever completely forget them. Not after they'd done so much for him. But he defiantly had to move on. The jail he was being transferred to would be considered his home until he found out how long he'd be staying there. Might as well get used to it.

Unlike most other guards, Haddix let Ryan stand up by himself without jumping forward, clasping on the handcuffs, and leading him by his elbow. Haddix waited for Ryan to stick out his wrists and as he fastened them onto the blonde boy's arms he gave him an apologetic look. Ryan didn't want this guy's sympathy. He just wanted to go home. Ryan let the guard lead him out of his cell.

"K, you're going to need to go get your stuff. You can just stay in the jumpsuit you have on now. There's no point in changing more then you need to. Once we get you to the other jail you'll have to change again and there's a standard procedure that you'll have to go through. It won't be the full thing though since you've already done part of it here but we'll still need to fill out some paperwork. I'll wait right out here. Call me when you're done collecting your stuff. It should be on the shelf next to the door. Just let me know when you're done."

Ryan was thankful the guard wasn't going to come with him while he got his stuff together. As he walked in he noticed a filing cabinet right next to the shelf where all the inmates' street clothes and possessions brought in was kept.

Ryan's curiosity got the best of him and before he knew it he was on his knees rushing through the A's in the filing cabinet. When he came to Atwood, Ryan he stopped and pulled it out. If he wanted to see it he'd have to be quick. He opened up the brown folder and started grazing through the words. There were hospital records, pictures of some of his injuries he'd had, information on the Cohen's and the whereabouts of his real family back in Chino. As he scanned over the information he already knew (what jail his dad was in, his uncle being kept at an old age home in Missouri) he stopped at some unknown stuff.

Thursday, March 28, 2006

Atwood, Dawn

The last person to have seen Dawn Atwood was Robert Nicholson of Fresno, California on the 18th of March 2006. The last job recorded of Ms. Atwood was a job waitressing at a local Denny's. Since then her whereabouts have yet to be known.

Ryan quickly scanned over that last letter. It was no surprise that they couldn't find her. She did this sometimes. She'd disappear for months at a time and then return and act as if nothing happened. Just as he was about to close the folder a second letter dropped out and landed next to Ryan's feet. Haddix knocked on the door and Ryan hastily put the folder back while stuffing the second letter into his socks. He would read it once he got to the jail. Once he was in his cell with no one to bother him he'd read it.

"K, buddy. Let's go. We're gonna be late," Haddix said as he opened the door. He eyed Ryan on the floor suspiciously. "Something the matter?"

"Um, no. I just dropped my wallet. I got it though. I'm ready," Ryan replied by holding up his wallet to show to the guard.

Haddix seemed to believe him as he nodded his head and waved his hand at the door. "Let's go then."

Ryan followed him outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. Even though he'd only been in there for a day and a half he had missed the smell of fresh flowers growing and the smell of dewy grass. He climbed into the van and waited for it to start up. He was not looking forward to his first time in an actual jail.

Ryan was relieved when he sat down on his bunk in the new jail. He looked around. It was a lot dirtier then juvie was. It was also a lot louder with the sound of yelling and cursing ringing through the halls causing an echo of swear words and insults. The examination Ryan had had to go through before he was admitted to his cell had been torture. It had seemed to go on forever and it had not been pleasant. But it was over now and he was going to try and forget that as soon as he could. When he had changed into his new blue jumpsuit he had put the letter in his new socks. He felt it now chafing his ankle and he decided now was as good a time as any to read it. He took it out after glancing down the halls to make sure no one was looking. He knew how much trouble he could be in if he was found with something in his cell. Ryan noticed that the date on this letter was very recent. Just last week it was written.

Tuesday, April 2, 2006

Falling victim to a fatal car crash Dawn Atwood is pronounced dead after being rushed to the Chino Hospital after colliding with another vehicle. The other driver got out with a fractured collarbone but Ms. Atwood's car took the full blow. Dawn was found to be driving under the influence and going over the speed limit at a busy intersection. Her memorial will be held on April 20th for anybody who wishes to attend. The mother of two and a loving wife she will be greatly missed by many.

Ryan didn't realize he was crying until he wasn't able to read the letter anymore because his tears had smudged the writing so much. He was sad but more then anything he was pissed off. Why the fuck was she driving drunk? Was she honestly that stupid? Not only did she take her own life, she could have killed an innocent person. He was mad at her for not trying to stop her drinking. He knew it was hard for her but she has a responsibility.

Had a responsibility, Ryan though to himself.

This week was just getting worse and worse. Not only had he just lost his real mom, he had a feeling he'd be in here for a while. And that meant that basically, he had just lost two families. Ryan didn't want to be labeled as a pussy on his first night here so instead of crying openly he forced himself to stop, laid down on his bed, and cried himself to sleep facing the wall. Even if she had been a shitty mom he still loved her. And he was going to miss her more then he thought possible.

I'll update as soon as I can. This story is completely different then what I thought it would be. If you guys still want Trey in this story let me know because I have an idea of how to bring him into the story but I don't know if I should. So review and let me know…..thanks!