This is officially the longest fic I've written :D
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Ryan slept through the day. He didn't know if it was a school day and didn't care. His pain meds made him really sleepy and luckily no one disturbed him. Dawn was at work and god knows what AJ was doing during the day.
He didn't see Trey that night and counted himself lucky. It was a somewhat tense night though, wondering if he'd show up and drag him off or not.
The next day Ryan tried reducing the pills he was taking, he didn't want to be caught off guard and out of his head on pain drugs. By mid-morning he was getting restless in the house; he needed to get out for a bit.
He decided to check if his bike was anywhere to be found. Shuffling down the streets, he made his way to the alley he stopped in those few days ago. Keeping an arm around his middle seemed to help with the pain. A quick glance down the alley and Ryan saw there was no one down there. Pity I didn't check last time he thought, might have saved the whole hospital trip he considered bitterly. He moved down between the buildings a bit and looked around quickly but there was no sign of his bike. Ryan sighed, he knew there was no real chance but had hoped he might catch a break. He laughed inwardly at the absurd notion.
The short walk had taken it out of him. His ribs were throbbing and he kinda wished he'd taken the proper amount of meds. He started back towards the house even slower than before. When he got back almost an hour later he was wheezing through the pain. He let himself in and dry swallowed a couple more pills. Feeling sorta dizzy, he went to lie down for a while.
"Ryan get up! It's time!" Ryan was roughly shaken awake by his shoulder. Disoriented, it took him a few seconds to catch up with what was happening. Trey was standing in his dark room, lit only by lights from the street outside.
"What time is it?" He slurred.
"Near 11, who cares, let's go." Trey replied, bouncing on the balls of his feet, clearly impatient.
"Trey do I have to, I really don't feel too good." Although he didn't feel good, Ryan had felt worse and knew he could do this, he just really didn't want to.
"Stop being a pussy bitch man, you're coming!" Trey snapped back and it was final.
Sighing, Ryan rolled out of bed. Conveniently he was still in his clothes from that day's adventure down the street. He quickly grabbed a couple paracetamol then let Trey half drag him towards the window and carefully climbed out after him.
Down the street a bit was an old charger. Trey had a hold of the front of Ryan's top and was pulling him along towards it. Ryan wished he'd slow down a bit.
They got to the car and climbed in as it sped off.
"We good this time Trey?" The driver, who Ryan couldn't see, asked in a severe voice. "No more fuck ups last minute?"
"Chill man, we got Ry, we're all good." Trey said casually.
"What exactly do you want me to do here?" Ryan asked Trey quietly.
"You, brother, are our distraction." Trey said with a grin.
Fifteen minutes later they pulled up on a dark street. Ryan didn't know exactly where they were. Getting out, the three of them headed down the street and turned into a vacant block.
"Come on Ry, hurry up." Trey whispered to Ryan who was falling behind.
Ryan rolled his eyes but tried to go faster, these guys were almost running!
They slipped through a fence on the side of the lot into a scrap metal yard. Ryan leaned his hands on his knees and tried to breathe without it hurting. He glanced around; they'd joined five other guys. A couple held crowbars while another had a knife dangling from his hand.
Ryan turned to his brother "Trey what is this, I thought we were collecting from some guy." He said, slightly breathless.
"Yea we are." Trey insisted "We just dunno who else will be there, need to be prepared Ry." He said with a smirk.
The guy who was driving the car Ryan was in talked to the others for a minute. Ryan didn't hear what they said, was focusing on breathing and trying to get rid of that light headed feeling that'd come back. Then they were all moving towards the back of the yard where part of the fence had been cut away. As they filed through to the street on the other side, Trey pointed to a place a couple houses down. "That's the hit Ry. When I give you the signal you knock on the door. Ok?"
"Why do you need me for this?" Ryan asked "You could easily do this without me."
"Cause you look harmless, they won't suspect anything," Trey smirked. "You gotta get him and his brother to the door, say you're givin away dope or something I don't care, bat those big brown eyes at them, they'll do anything," Trey laughed, rubbing Ryan head as he jerked away.
Grabbing Ryan's shoulder firmly, he looked straight into his face "We gotta stick together bro, you and me, doin a job together, this is what it's all about." Trey said, semi-seriously. "Gotta show you the ropes huh." He slapped Ryan on the back and Ryan tried not to wince. "Go man, start heading up."
Ryan gave a final look at his brother, hoping to see some way out of this. There wasn't one, if he ran, they'd kill him, literally or not he wasn't sure, plus, in his state he wouldn't get far. It shouldn't be too bad he tried to tell himself, with this many guys, whoever this was should hand over the money without a fight. With that he started walking towards the house.
There were no lights on the street so Ryan didn't get a good look at the house. There was a chain linked fence out the front and what looked like the remains of a dead garden. The house looked much the same as any other in Chino. Ryan looked and saw the guys he had been with jogging to the back of the house. Trey stayed at the corner. A minute later Ryan was at the front door, looking to Trey; he gave the signal and Ryan knocked.
There was no response. Ryan knocked again, harder. He heard some noises inside and finally someone opened the door. A heavy set guy, mid-twenties opened the door, leaving the screen shut. "Yea?" He grunted. Ryan took a second, he hadn't thought of what to say. Then that handy bullshitting ability kicked in. "Hi there, I'm with the gas company, I need to speak to all members of the house." Ryan said confidently.
The guy looked at him skeptically but was luckily a bit dull and called out to another room "Matt, come up here."
A few seconds later a similar looking guy joined the first and Ryan continued. "Like I said, I'm with the gas company and we've detected a leak in the area, we're gonna need you to evacuate." Ryan tried with his best company voice.
The second guy was unfortunately not as dumb as the first. "What the hell you talking about, you're no gas guy, you're a friggen teenager, you got no uniform, what the hell is this?" he demanded, opening the door aggressively.
That was all Ryan had and he got ready to run, best he could.
Just then a long bang came from the back of the house and both guys stopped their advances on Ryan and whirled around. Ryan saw a couple of the guys he was with through the door. The two at the front door forgot about Ryan and made to confront the intruders.
One of them yelled out "COMPANY!" They had no weapons and Ryan watched through the doorway as one from Trey's group smashed a crowbar across the back of one of the guys trying to get to another room and he crumpled to the ground. The thud reverberated sickeningly through Ryan and he turned to leave, he didn't know what he'd do - call for help? But then the door was opening and someone grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back inside. It was Trey. "Get in here, Ryan!"
He was hauled inside. Trey moved his way to the room the guy who got the crowbar to his back had been going to. He stepped over the body, pulling Ryan with him. Trey let him go as someone charged at Ryan, knocking him to the ground. Ryan got a solid punch in before the guy was pulled off him and pummeled by someone else. Two remaining guys were cornered by four of Trey's group. One had a knife and the other had broken a beer bottle and was brandishing it. They were no match for the crowbars though and the guy with the bottle soon copped a blow to his arm, probably breaking it. He dropped the bottle and the guy next to him glanced over for a second. One from the group took advantage and thrust with his own knife at the guy's stomach. Silence fell as the second guy dropped his knife and slid to the ground, holding his stomach.
Seconds later, Trey and the other guys were slapping each other on the back and making their way out of the room.
Ryan's world had stopped. He was staring at the guy with the stab wound. Bottle wielding guy had been knocked out cold. Stab wound guy was now looking at him with vacant eyes, blood oozing from his wound. Ryan went into autopilot, ripping off his outer shirt, oblivious to any pain the quick movements were causing him. He dropped next to the man. "You need to stop the bleeding," He said, distantly. He pushed his hands aside and pressed his shirt to the wound. The guy groaned and moved his hands back to his stomach.
Suddenly Ryan was pulled backwards. Trey again. "He'll be fine Ryan, wasn't deep." Ryan looked at his brother and realized it was Trey who'd stabbed him. His eyes took on a wild nature and he wrenched away from Trey. "How- you-" Ryan couldn't think, had to get away, couldn't look at his brother, didn't want to know him.
Trey took on his own feral demeanor. Ryan would later find out he'd been high. Trey lunged at Ryan and Ryan swung a wayward fist at him. He was weak from his injuries though and Trey easily dodged and connected his own fist hard into Ryan's jaw. Having already felt dizzy, Ryan was now all but incapacitated. Trey dragged him into a room where the group was huddled around what looked like a stash of drugs.
Through the haze Ryan realized what was happening. This wasn't a collection from someone who owed money; this was a strike on a drug house to clean them out of their stock.
Ryan was vaguely aware how much deep shit he'd gotten into when he was pushed down onto a filthy couch.
Someone had cut open a package. Trey looked at Ryan's dazed expression, still pissed at him for his whole reaction. "Let's give our decoy here a taste of our reward hey!" He grabbed a pill from the broken package and forced it into Ryan's mouth. He held his hand over Ryan's mouth while he struggled. When he saw him swallow he took his hand away. Sneering, he yelled "Let the party begin!"
There's Sandy, Ryan interaction coming soon, I promise!