Chapter 6

Ryan watch Danny from the window, he feels so confused. In only one day all his plans and his peace in starting a new chapter of his life had been ruined.

He sighs; he noticed that Danny was watching him while he was making coffee and surely now the FBI's agent knows he's OCD. "He probably thinks that I'm a freak." Ryan thinks, and sighs again.

When the FBI's car leave, Ryan decides to go to bed. "It's not like it'll happen something this night." He thinks and turns off the light.

He never noticed the people looking at him from a near alley, checking on the men so friendly with the FBI.

The next morning Ryan wakes more tired than ever. His night has been full of nightmare; sometimes he finds it difficult to accept that the torture from the Russian affects him so much even now.

Yesterday really brought a lot of ugly memories on the surface again.

Today is pouring rain, the sky is a dark grey color, and Ryan mood is so bad he would like to lie in bed again, even if sleeping is out of question.

There's a message on his phone. He presses the button to listen.

"Hi, Ryan. It's Tom.

I just wanted to let you know that today we keep close, the FBI asked it so…

However, today you can rest all you want. See ya boy!"

Perfect, now my mood is even worse. At least working keep my mind distracted, I can't stay all day closed in my apartment, I would go crazy.

I try to calm myself down, panicking won't help.

After thinking a little about it I decide to go running, it's not the first time I run under the water, and surely it's better than staying here and having a panic attack.

I always liked running. It's relaxing and exhausting, the rain is drenching me, and I need to pass my hands on my face really often to see. It's cold but I'm sweating.

I don't know how much I ran, but the moment I can feel my legs starting to cramp I feel incredibly good.

Unfortunately it won't last. It never lingers long enough.

When the pain in my legs is too much I slow down, until I'm walking. This park is usually really beautiful, but now, it's all so gray and cold, there's no one around.

"Maybe now it's time to go home." I think.

I start walking on the way back.

I'm almost at my apartment when I see a group of people in a corner, I go on walking like if I hadn't see them, observing quietly, but then I notice that there's someone on the ground, and I can see some blood. I'm starting to think: "no, not again! First an homicide and now an aggression!" when I recognize the man down. It's Tom.

I don't have my phone with me and there's no one else around so ignoring every good sense. They're only five, after all. I start walking toward them. "Hey, you! What the hell are you doing? Leave him alone!"

They look at me, and they don't seem happy about being interrupted. Two of them came to an alt in front of me and one of them talks: "It isn't your business, who you think you are, uh? Turn around and forget what you've seen!"

They are in front of me, with a menacing air, and I'm tempted to go away and call the police, but then I see one of the other kicking Tom and I hear him groaning in pain, and even what few sense I had left vanish and I launch myself at them.

Tbc