Chapter 9
Two weeks passed by where I would spend every minute of the day that I could, with Ryan. I hung around with him at school, went to his house after school, and stayed over his at the weekends. It was lovely just being the two of us. Cam wasn’t too bothered about me going round his house because it kept me off her back, and while I was with Ryan at school, Talia Santoro left us alone.
We completed our religious education project and when we did the presentation to our class yesterday, Miss Honey had said it was the best one she’d seen. I couldn’t have done it without Ryan.
The following Sunday evening we were watching the last episode of a three-part drama, called ‘The Secret of Crickely Hall’ round Ryan’s house. I fell asleep on Ryan half way through and he fell asleep shortly after. When he was awake again, he woke me up, after finding out it was now nearly one in the morning.
“I hate to wake you up Ingrid, you look so adorable when you sleep.” He whispered to me.
“What?” I grumbled back to him still feeling very sleepy.
“It’s past midnight and Cam will be getting worried about you. I think I’d better get Jordan to drive you home, it’s much too late to walk.” He said in a disappointed tone.
I got up and found my bag, which was lying in a heap in the corner of Ryan’s small bedroom, along with its various contents. I almost crawled around the room picking up clothes and underwear and make up from the night before when I stayed at Ryan’s. I wished I could stay again but there was a matter of school in the morning and Cam would complain.
We walked downstairs and found Jordan sitting in the living room, watching a film called ‘8 Mile’. It was all about the life of his favourite music artist, Eminem.
“Sorry bro but is it possible for you to drive Ingrid home? We have school in the morning.” Ryan asked.
“I’m watching this, it’s finally on TV and I haven’t got a chance to see it yet, you’ll have to walk.” Jordan snapped.
“But it’s dark and far too late to make Ingrid walk, she’s tired and her step mum will be worrying.” Complained Ryan, walking to face his brother and putting himself between Jordan and the TV.
“Get the motorbike from round the back and take her home yourself. You can drive that and your old enough to take it on the road now. And move out the way, I can’t see the telly!”
With that Ryan walked out of the room and I thought it best to follow him. Jordan does have a bit of a temper but that’s only to be expected from a boy who had to bring up his little brother. I wondered what it would have been like for Ryan to grow up with Jordan looking after him. Was Jordan ever nasty or violent? He does seem very quick to anger.
Ryan took my hand and led me outside to a rather rotten shed, or what was left of one. Next to the shed were two big steel barrels that looked like the shed was holding them up, or maybe it was the barrels holding the shed up. It was hard to tell. He opened the door and I helped him to steer out a large old Harley motorbike, with two seats. It was dark blue with a lot of rust but it still looked amazing.
“It was my uncle’s.” Ryan stated out of the blue. “He gave it to Jordan when dad died.”
“Oh.” I replied. It was all I could think of to say.
Ryan wheeled the bike round to the front of the house, handed me a helmet and climbed on.
“Come on.’’ He looked at me. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Jordan taught me how to ride it last year.”
I straddled the back seat of the bike and we pulled away from Ryan’s house. I couldn’t deny it, I was terrified. I’d never been on a motorbike before and if Cam saw me on it, I’d be dead. The ride to my house seemed quick compared to the time it took to walk. When we arrived, I got off the bike, hooked the helmet I had warn to the back seat and thanked Ryan.
“Bye baby, see you at school tomorrow.” I shouted before he drove off.
I made my way to the front door and stepped inside. The house seemed eerily quiet but then I remembered that Fay had gone to a sleepover at her friend’s house because she had a school trip the following day. The house had an odd smell to it, a smell that I didn’t recognise. A musty smell.
I called for Cam but had no answer. I thought, I bet she’s asleep. She’d probably have forgotten I wasn’t even there. I looked towards the ceiling and then made my way to the stairs to go and check. When I was at the top, I heard a strange noise, as if something was happening. Walking the length of the hallway, I started to ask myself if Fay hadn’t gone to her sleepover at all, maybe she couldn’t sleep and was in Cam’s room.
I opened the door slightly, not wanting to wake anyone but the worst sight caught my eye. Cam was in bed getting it off with another bloke.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I screamed, opening the door fully.
--Authors Note--
I'm sorry for the lack of updates lately. I hope this chapters doesn't drag too much, the ending isn't mean't to be a cliffhanger... much! Haha :) Anyway I know there are a lot of time changes in this chapter but it was necessary to develop the plot.
Thanks for reading. Comments and votes are appreciated<3
