Guess why I updated so soon? But really, thank you soo much everybody that reviewed, I learned some stuff. Like, I had no idea my story was different, and you know what? That makes me happy. And you know what else? It makes me wanna try even harder to write a good story! So thanks for the encouragement. Yeah so this chapters a bit of a break, don't worry the next one will be better. More action you know? …
Disclaimer- … I'm running out of witty comments for this thing! I'm kidding don't worry, I know I'm not funny. My mom says I am though! …kidding again, although that probably wasn't funny… anyway yeah I don't own jack. Meaning I own nothing if you don't know…what that means. I'll shutup. Wait.. I probably should've waited a few more chapters before I put that I'm running out of comments after only two…its kind of sad…
Enough said? Yes I think so, you can read now.
Delaying the Inevitable
"Oh shit Ry! Why the hell did you yell that loud you dumbass! Now you've gotten us both caught!" Ryan vaguely heard somebody's muffled accusation.
Everything around him was black and he felt like he was going to throw up. He didn't know who was rambling about yelling, and he had no idea where he was or what on earth was going on. All Ryan felt was the severe pain which seemed to be coming mostly from his wrist, and a little from his head and chest.
The voice suddenly stopped, but Ryan began to hear other noises coming from behind him, if not distant and muffled as well.
All of a sudden, as Ryan was in the middle of wondering why he couldn't see, he felt something grab him around the waist and haul him onto his feet. This sudden movement proved to be a very bad idea, as Ryan found out when he was swept over by a wave of dizziness and lurched forward onto his knees. His eyes grew wide as the inevitable finally arrived, and Ryan let out a stream of vomit.
The voice came back in full tilt, filling Ryan's ears so that was all he could hear, as he was pulled, yet again, to his feet. He felt a soft groan escape his lips when he felt a hand on his back, forcing him forwards. Why was this person doing this? All he wanted was to go back to sleep!
Ryan heard some definite cursing as he was shoved a second time, causing him to stumble into a slow jog. He could remember thinking that that probably didn't help his condition, but at the moment he was to concerned with the fact that he still couldn't see, to give it more then a quick thought.
Feeling that his stomach was about to make another objection, Ryan knew he had to stop moving, but found it increasingly difficult with that annoying hand stopping him from doing just so. Ryan however, was in luck because just at that moment, his foot snagged on well, he didn't know what, he just knew how much it hurt his head when he came crashing down onto the ground, bringing the annoying hand with him. Searing pain escaped from his head as he lay there on the ground dazed, for awhile, thinking he should really get back to fixing that piece of glass problem.
From out of nowhere, Ryan began hearing voices that he was pretty sure wasn't the one attached to the annoying hand.
"RYAN I heard you out here! You'd better believe I'll find you and you're gonna be sorry!"
"A.J don't! We SAW him go into his room! Don't you remember?"
"No we didn't you idiot! He never came back!" There was no reply for awhile, and Ryan assumed Dawn was thinking over if she had seen him or not, which she obviously hadn't.
"I know you're hiding you little shit! Don't think I'm gonna come lookin' for yah but you will have to come back sooner or later, and trust me, you'll be sorry for waking us up! You're mother has been very tired"
Ryan, who had come more or less to his senses in the past few minutes was seething with anger. He knew the A.J didn't give a shit if Dawn was tired or not, he just wanted another reason to kick his ass.
Ryan rolled onto his back and let out a sigh, still pretty much in a lot of pain at this point. He lay there motionless, until he heard what sounded like a door slamming. After, give or take a few more minutes had passed, Ryan heard the unmistakable sound of hysterical laughter.
Very confused at this point, he slowly shifted himself over until he was facing the direction of the noise.
"Trey?" He asked, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Hahaha jesus Ry you should see… YOU haha, you didn't know whaaaat was going on!" Trey replied between bursts of laughter.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you even here?"
"WHAT is wrong with YOU little bro!" Trey scoffed. Ryan rolled his eyes, yep, Trey was drunk. That was exactly what he needed right now. He sighed again and made an attempt to get up and look around where they were. He squinted, his head reeling; it looked like they were in Theresa's backyard. Now he really didn't know what to do, he didn't even want to think of what time it was and he definitely didn't want to wake the whole family up.
"Aww Ry, what the hell?" Trey moaned from the ground. "You PUKED on my SHOES!"
Ryan glanced back down at Trey, and gave a sarcastic chuckle, his brother had passed out. He turned his attention back up to Theresa's window, and bent down to pick up a rock. His head didn't seem to like this movement, because when he stood back up it proved it's point by taking away his vision and sending him another wave of dizziness. Once he'd regained his balance again, Ryan took aim, and threw the rock at the window, hoping Theresa would wake up.
"Dammit!" He cursed under his breath when he missed. There was no way he'd be using his right arm, which was still throbbing painfully, so Ryan tried again with his left. This time he heard a satisfactory clink when the rock hit the glass, although there was still no sign of life coming from Theresa. It took five more tries including two more misses until Ryan saw her sleepy head pop up to the window.
"Ryan?"
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"What is it?" Kirsten Cohen murmured to her husband, who had just woken her up in the middle of the night.
Sandy looked at his wife, who still had her head buried in her pillow and was obviously not quite awake yet. He however, felt as if he would never get to bed, and found himself pacing back and forth across their bedroom floor.
"It's just…" He started, then thought better of it and decided to forget it. This was not Kirsten's problem. "Never mind honey, I'm really sorry for waking you, go back to sleep."
Sandy smiled to himself when he saw that Kirsten was already snoring softly. Her father had been working her too hard lately, and he figured that she needed all the rest she could get.
Instead of getting back into bed with his wife and trying to sleep again, Sandy figured it would be best if he went down stairs and crashed in front of the TV.
He shoved his feat into his slippers and padded the rest of the way to the kitchen, figuring he'll get something to eat before making his way to the living room.
Even when he was sitting comfortably on the couch, watching some soap opera and munching on Cheetos, Sandy still couldn't get his mind off the kid he'd run into earlier that day. He knew that he was going to help him, he'd figured that part out already, but what was he going to do? That was the real question wasn't it. There was always the option of reporting the incident to child services, but what good would that really do. They were always willing to turn a blind eye if the family did a good cover up, and even if that kid wasn't able to fool them, would he be happier being property of the government? This revelation brought Sandy back to his previous thoughts. Was there a point in even trying? What if this kid was about to turn eighteen and was going to move out in a few weeks or so. He knew it wasn't that simple though… it's not like come his birthday the kid would be able to jump up and move out. He'd need money for that.
That thought had crossed Sandy's mind before as well, but he just couldn't think of a subtle way to offer money. Hiring him for lawn mowing or what not would do no good, they lived to far away. Slipping the money under his door probably wouldn't work either, Sandy was pretty sure Ryan wouldn't see one penny of it if he did it that way.
Sandy wasn't even sure if Kirsten would let him give up their money… and how much was he even planning to give? This thought made him even angrier. How is it fair that his family was allowed to live like this, in a huge mansion with a loving family, when there are people everywhere just like that kid. Sandy felt like kicking something.
Suddenly a thought occurred to him. It was the first thing the kid had said, "What were you doing at Theresa's?" Sandy realized that maybe he could get Theresa to help him give Ryan some money! He cringed when he remembered that Theresa was supposed to be the one he was helping. Not the mysterious kid. Theresa was his client. Sandy wouldn't forget any of this though, no, he wouldn't forget it.
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He didn't know when or if he'd fallen asleep, but Sandy drew a huge blank as to when the sun had decided to show itself, so he figured it had been sometime around four o'clock. He opened his eyes to the sound of an infomercial about inflatable bras, and movement coming from the kitchen.
When he heard a noise behind him, he turned around to see his son, Seth, shuffling past the couch. Seth didn't seem to realize Sandy was there until he was halfway past the scene, when he paused, took in Sandy in boxers and a t-shirt, the inappropriate television show, rolled his eyes and continued his shuffling. As Sandy settled himself back into the cushions on the couch he heard Seth's distinct voice coming from the kitchen.
"Mom, why is dad watching an infomercial about bras?"
It was Sandy's turn to roll his eyes as he struggled up from the couch and went to join his family for breakfast, a rare occurrence in this household. He entered the room to the sound of Seth babbling.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me mom, I just figured you and dad were in a fight since he was sleeping on the couch! That is what he was doing right? Am I right? I thought so. Come on mom if you can't tell me then who can you tell, plus I myself am quite skilled in the ways of advice and what not, just like Yodda from Star wars, although that's very clichéd isn't it? Okay, more like Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings then! Enlighten me mother!"
Kirsten smiled up at Sandy from her coffee. "Morning sweetie"
"Oh so you guys aren't in a fight then? So dad why were you sleeping on the couch? Wait, don't answer that I probably don't want to know. Okay fine I really do, why were you sleeping on the couch?"
"Kirsten, could you pass the cream cheese please?" Sandy asked his wife, smirking after taking a tentative sip of his seething hot coffee. He then began spreading the cream over his crispy bagel.
"Oh so I'm just invisible then aren't I? Absolutely nobody even acknowledges…" Seth paused when he noticed both his parents were doubled up with silent laughter.
"Ha ha, you guys are just sooo hilarious, really you can't tell right now, but I'm actually laughing really hard inside, cause you're both just so funny!" Seth commented sarcastically. Kirsten, having drained the rest of her coffee stood up from the table and kissed Seth on the forehead, turning to kiss Sandy after.
Kirsten was just about to leave for work, when Seth piped up,
"Oh yeah, wait, by the way mom before you go to work, do you think you could pick up that playstation game I wrote down for you? The Ninja one?" Kirsten smiled and was about to head out the door when Sandy began yelling.
"Seth you already have at least 50 playstation games about Ninjas! Can we just give it a rest and appreciate what we have!" Both Seth and Kirsten turned towards Sandy, shocked by his outburst. Seth leaned his head towards Kirsten, still eyeing Sandy and whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
"Mom, I think dad's having mood swings…"
Sandy shot Seth a warning look, and noticed his son was still in his pyjamas.
"And aren't you late for school?" He asked. Seth just shifted his gaze to his mom then back again.
"Umm… dad… it's Saturday…"
For a minute it looked like Sandy was thinking that over, then he turned to Kirsten.
"And why are you working on a Saturday?" He scolded. "It's not like we need more money Kirsten!"
" Sandy… it's nothing; my Dad just needed me to go over something before he handed it in to some buyers."
"Oh yeah, I should've known it was your father." Sandy replied bitterly.
"And what is that supposed to mean Sandy!" Kirsten practically shouted back.
"HA!" Seth yelled, "I KNEW it! You guys are fighting!" Both parents turned simultaneously towards Seth and gave him the death glare.
"Leaving now." He said before bouncing off down the hall and out of sight.
"Look Sandy," Kirsten continued as if there was no interruption. "Can we please just continue this conversation later? My dad's waiting for me." Rather then arguing, Sandy just muttered something inaudible and turned his back, walking towards the garage. Normally he wouldn't have avoided this topic so hastily, but Sandy figured it was best to let himself cool off a bit first before engaging in the argument.
Before he knew it, Sandy found himself trudging down towards the beach with his surf board tucked under his arm.
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The weekend passed without any interesting occurrences, much to the distress of Seth, and without warning, it was Monday. Much to the distress of Seth.
Sandy was regretful that he didn't get a chance to talk to Kirsten about their argument, but then, it was a very relaxing weekend, and he didn't want to be the one to ruin it. Sandy let out a sigh and glanced around as he poured his coffee. The house was empty yet again.
He'd pretty much already won two of his three cases, the two from Fresno, so he wouldn't be visiting them today. It was Theresa that Sandy was worried about. She would be lucky if he could get her sentence down to a few months in Juvie. Sandy sighed again, why did bad things always happen to good people?
Sandy placed his coffee mug in the cup holder of his car and turned the ignition.
Today he would be paying Chino another visit.
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And so passes chapter three. I hope you enjoyed it, cause I didn't. Or am I not supposed to say that? Anyway, I figured I had to get that out of the way, so the next chapter will be extra kick ass. Much action, drama, angst and what not. I think the next couple chapters will be mostly Chino, I think. Hmmm not much to say today… only … review? yaaaay so yeah tell me what you think, I havent started chapter four yet, but I acctually have an Idea of what it might be about :O :O those are shocked smileys if you're wondering.
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