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Ryan pulled up to Volchok's place. It was a grungy little trailer that couldn't have been much bigger then the pool house. He resented Sandy for making him do this. Didn't he know that nothing good was going to come out of this? He knew Sandy thought he was fixing the situation but he was doing nothing but making it worse. Volchok was going to be mad that he had basically stolen his girlfriend from right under his nose. He didn't blame him though. Marissa was gorgeous and any guy that was with her was the luckiest guy in the world. With her beautiful honey blonde hair that sparkled in the sun and her big doe eyes that mesmerized him every time he looked into them. And of course he couldn't forget her kindness. She had always been there for him.
Ryan had gotten so caught up in thinking about Marissa that he didn't notice that Volchok had pulled into the driveway until he shoved passed him, forcefully brushing his shoulder up against Ryan's.
"Came for another round? Was last night not enough for you? I'll happily kick your ass again." Volchok sneered at Ryan. He was trying to get him mad and he knew it.
Don't listen to him, Ryan thought, if you get into another fight when you're supposed to be apologizing Sandy would be more than pissed.
"First of all, seeing as all I got from that fight was a small shiner and a spit lip whereas you came out of it with a black eye and bleeding nose, I'd say that I was the one who kicked your ass. And also, I'm not here to fight you. I'm here to call a truce." With this being said Ryan stuck his hand out towards Volchok waiting for him to shake it.
Volchok sneered at Ryan's waiting hand.
"Do you actually think I want to make a truce with you? I get a real kick out of kicking your ass. I'm not about to give that up just to make you happy." He stuck his hands behind his back indicating that there was no way in hell he was shaking.
"Why don't you just drop the whole I can kick your ass thing you've got going on." Ryan lowered his hand. "We've already covered this. And if you don't wanna truce that's fine by me. The only reason I came here was because unlike you, when I make a promise I keep it. And I made a promise that I would try to stop whatever shit there is that's been going on between us."
"You wanna know what this shit is that's between us?" Volchok took a step closer to Ryan but he stood his ground, not backing away. "First you decide you're gonna steal my girlfriend. And then you decide to get into a fight with me. You butt into my life and won't leave. I don't like you. I don't care about you. I don't wanna see you …ever…again." Volchok added a hard shove to Ryan's chest with the last 2 words.
"If you think I like you, and I care about you, and I like seeing you, you must be even stupider then I thought you were." Ryan took a step closer so they were practically nose to nose. "And don't you ever touch me again."
With a smirk Volchok gently shoved Ryan again. "Looks like I just did. You gonna try to stop me? Or are you afraid that mommy and daddy will be upset if you do?"
Ryan was trying to keep his anger under check but Volchok was really pushing it. He shoved Volchok back causing Volchok to stumble backwards against the trailers door.
"You fucker…" Volchok said as lunged toward Ryan knocking him down the stairs.
Ryan hit his head against the stone steps causing his head to spin and little black dots to appear in front of his eyes giving Volchok an unfair advantage. He tried to get a punch in but his head was aching so bad that he was barely able to get his arm off the ground. Volchok continued to punch him in the stomach, the face, and any other spot that was convenient for a punch. Ryan curled up into the fetal position wanting nothing more then to just be swallowed up into the ground beneath him. This was pure agony. At least 3 of his ribs were already cracked, if not broken completely. His head was pounding so fiercely he could hardly keep his eyes open and when Volchok stood up and started kicking him in the ribs he had to bite his tongue so hard that it started to bleed to keep the tears from coming out. After what seemed like forever the kicks stopped and Ryan was left alone to find his way home. It was only around noon now but being in as much pain as he was, he figured it would take a long time to get home. He tried to stand up but soon realized that every bone in his body felt like it was on fire. He was still dizzy from the blows to his head and he was having a hard time balancing and keeping his eyes open. He came to the conclusion that he probably had a mild concussion.
A vibrating in his front pocket startled him. He realized it was his phone and as he took it out he saw it was Sandy. Ryan wasn't in the mood to talk to Sandy right now. He wouldn't have been able to keep the pain undetected in his voice if he had answered.
Well, he thought, he's gonna find out eventually. With the amount of bruises he had he knew it was going to be near impossible to keep Sandy from finding out.
Scratch that. Not near impossible. Most defiantly, 100 impossible.
As Ryan's eyes began to droop closed he decided he'd rest his eyes for a bit before he made his way back to the Cohen's. The last thing he saw before he was enveloped in black was Volchok looking worriedly out the window from behind the curtain.
"Ugghhhhh," Ryan groaned as his eyes opened. He was no longer on the driveway. As he looked at his surroundings he realized he was in a bed. Not a comfortable bed but it was better then the cold, hard pavement he had been on before.
"Good. You're awake," a voice sounded from beside him.
At first the voice didn't register in his head but soon he realized it belonged to the very last person he wanted to be near when he was this disadvantaged.
"What the fuck do you want?" Ryan managed to get out. He realized his voice was no more then a whisper. It hurt too much to talk any louder.
"I brought you in. I left you out there for awhile. I though you'd wake up on your own. But then it got dark and I didn't want to have a beat up body outside my place. Wouldn't look good if the cops came by," Volchok answered with what could have been the beginning of a smile. "But you're up now. So unless you think you can't stand up I see no reason for you to be here anymore." He got up and opened the door gesturing to Ryan to get out.
Ryan tried to stand up but his head still ached and he was still incredibly tired.
Shit. "How long have I been out of it?"
"Uh, I brought you in about 6 hours ago. You were out there for 1 and a half before I brought you in."
Shit.
Ryan put his head in his hands and sighed.
"Get out now. I'm not running a bed and breakfast. The only reason I even let you in here was because I didn't want to be arrested for this."
How nice, Ryan thought to himself.
"I'm leaving. And uh, thanks I guess for letting me uh, you know, stay here for awhile," Ryan somehow managed to get up and get through the door.
"If you blame me for this, it's gonna be 5 times as bad as this for you……don't say I didn't warn you." And with that Volchok shut the door on Ryan.
Ryan smirked. He had dealt with guys much worse then Volchok. This was just like a little trip down memory lane for him. If Volchok thought he was intimidating Ryan then he was an idiot.
It was then that Ryan realized he didn't have a way to get home. His bike was trashed, courtesy of Volchok, he guessed.
He took out his cell phone and punched in a number.
"Hello?"
"Marissa."
"Oh my god, Ryan! Where are you? Sandy's been calling me constantly asking me if I knew where you were. Are you okay?"
"Uh, not really. I need you to pick me up."
"Of course. I can leave right away. Just tell me where you are and I'll be th…"
She was cut off by a hiss of pain on the other end.
"Ryan? Are you okay?" Marissa was gripping the phone with both hands. Ryan was always the one coming to her rescue. The roles had been reversed.
"Yeah. Just my ribs. And my head kind of hurts."
"Okay, where are you? I'm coming right now. You don't sound good."
"Volchok's."
"Volchok's?"
"Yeah. I came here to apologize for last night and, uh, I guess he didn't accept it." Ryan's voice was so quiet Marissa had to cover her other ear so she could hear what was going on at Ryan's side of the phone.
"I'll be there in 10. Stay right where you are Ryan," Marissa hung up the phone, and raced outside to her car not even bothering to wake up her mom to let her know where she was going. She had to show Ryan that she could be the one to take charge. He needed her help for the first time and she was going to make sure she gave it to him.
Ryan had lain down on the ground again, his legs not being able to support him for more then 5 minutes at a time. There was something wrong with his ankle. It was blue and swollen and throbbed every time he moved it. He tried counting the number of ribs he had broken but he stopped once he got to 5. Even though it wasn't a big number his head hurt too much to keep counting. Soon enough, Marissa's red convertible pulled into the driveway and as soon as it had stopped she was out the door and rushing to his side. As soon as she saw his face she gasped.
"Oh my god! Did Volchok do this to you?" she asked with her hands covering her mouth and concern lacing her voice.
Ryan just nodded, scared that if he said anything his voice might betray how much pain he was actually in.
"Come on, I'll help you get up. And don't worry, Volchok isn't going to get away with this. Let's get you home right now. Sandy is worried sick!"
She gently took him under his arms and started to pull upwards. Ryan clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip trying to lessen the pain. Marissa must have noticed because she immediately asked if she was hurting him. Ryan lied and shook his head. Once she got him into her car he put his head against the headrest and closed his eyes.
"Ryan. Stay awake. I read somewhere that if you have a concussion you're not supposed to fall asleep. I don't want to take any chances with you. I love you too much," Marissa whispered the last part.
Ryan couldn't help but smile even if it hurt him to. "Love you to" was all he managed to get out before the pain once again became too much and he was forced to sop moving or talking.
The ride to the Cohen's was silent except for Ryan's ragged breathing. He noticed Marissa glancing over at him frequently as if to make sure he was still there. Once they got there, Marissa honked her horn hoping to wake up at least one of the Cohen's so they could help her get Ryan out of the car. Immediately Sandy and Kirsten came out soon followed by a sleepy looking Seth.
"Oh my god!" Kirsten gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as soon as she saw Ryan much like Marissa's reaction had been.
Sandy didn't say anything but instead ran over to the car and opened Ryan's door.
Seth just stood under the porch light looking on in horror as his mother and father helped Marissa get his brothers bloody and bruised body out of the front seat.
"What the hell happened to him?" Kirsten had started crying, silent tears streaming down her face.
"I couldn't get anything out of him. He was pretty out of it when I got there. All I know is that Volchok did this to him. He told me he was trying to apologize and Volchok didn't accept it. Obviously," Marissa answered putting one of Ryan's arms around her shoulders helping Sandy and Kirsten steer him towards the front door.
"Thank you so much Marissa. Who knows what could have happened if you hadn't been there for him," Sandy said to Marissa, not taking his eyes off Ryan.
"No problem. I really need to get home now Ryan. I want you to call me as soon as you're feeling better. I'll be over tomorrow to see how your doing." She glanced at Kirsten to make sure this was okay. Kirsten just nodded her head and turned her mouth up in a small smile. "I love you, Ryan."
Ryan faintly smiled as she said those 3 words. He loved hearing that. "I love you to." He managed to get out one more time that night before he was steered into the house.
"Man, what happened?" Seth kneeled in front of Ryan looking into his eyes. Ryan could see the concern shining through.
"Seth, we need to let him rest right now. I don't think he'll need a hospital but tomorrow I'm going to take him in just in case," Sandy said gently pushing Seth away fro Ryan.
"I want him in a hospital as soon as we can get him into one, Sandy. I want him in tonight. He doesn't look good. He is badly hurt! I want him under some professional care. If not just for the night," Kirsten crossed her arms. Something she did whenever she had made her mind up about something.
Sandy agreed it was best to get him to a hospital sooner rather then later if he was going to go at all so he sent Seth to go get a phone and dial 911. he knew Ryan wouldn't want to go to the hospital.
Kirsten sat down beside Ryan and he laid his head down on her shoulder. Sandy looked at his wife and the boy he now considered his son and couldn't help but feel guilty. If he hadn't forced Ryan to go apologize to this motherfucker then Ryan wouldn't be this hurt.
"They should be here within 15 minutes, dad," Seth said re-entering the living room holding the phone up.
While the 4 of them waited for the ambulance to arrive the only sound that could be heard was Ryan's labored breathing and Kirsten's quiet sobs.
When the doorbell rang the 3 Cohen's jumped. Not one of them had noticed that Ryan had fallen asleep during the wait.
"I'll get it," Sandy stood up and went to answer the door. "Thanks for coming so fast," he said to the paramedics as he opened the door for them. Immediately 5 of them were swarming inside the house and running towards Ryan.
"This him?" A female paramedic asked pointing to the unconscious Ryan.
Kirsten nodded.
"How long has he been unconscious?" The same paramedic asked as they other 4 strapped Ryan onto the gurney.
"He was awake when he got here. That was bout 25 minutes ago. We didn't really notice he had fallen asleep. I wouldn't say a long time though. At the most 10 minutes." Kirsten answered wringing her hands together watching the paramedics trying to wake Ryan.
"Heartbeat is steady. His breathing sounds a little labored," one of the paramedics working on Ryan called out.
"Check for his pulse. Make sure it's not too slow," the paramedic talking with Kirsten called out.
"Pulse is good. We're all set to go."
"Aright. Which one of you is coming in the ambulance?" the female paramedic (Kirsten now noticed her nametag which said Stacy on it) asked gesturing towards Sandy and Kirsten.
"I'll go," Sandy said stepping forward. "Bring Seth in the car. I'll meet you guys there." Kirsten nodded and kissed him on the cheek before he left with the paramedics.
As Sandy watched the paramedics wheel a still unconscious Ryan out the door he couldn't help but think about how a trip to the hospital had been the absolute last thing he had expected when he had told Ryan he had to apologize.
That was long for me. LOL. Hope its okay. Sorry, I don't know how paramedics talk and I was kind of rushing through that part (I'm sure it shows) so sorry about that part.
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