My Therapist's Son,

My Therapist's Son, [9]

"Ryan?" I whispered, my head resting on his shoulder.

"Mm?" He answered as we swayed back and forth on the dance floor.

While Ella was outside, making out with those jerks, Ryan was holding me, and it felt nice to trust again. We swayed for a little longer, but when the music ended, I knew the dance was over. They had made it perfectly clear that that was the last song of the night, yet everyone was still whinning over it.

"Ella wants me to go to her after party, you in?"

"I don't know. I'm tired."

"Please don't make me go by myself," I begged, closing my eyes to prevent a tear from dripping down my cheek.

"Mia, shh, I'll go."

"Yay yay yay ya yay yay!" I giggled, jumping up and down like a toddler.

"Calm down," He laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the front doors, "Why don't you just come back to my place?"

"I promised her I'd go,"

"She's a bitch, Mia.."

"I don't care, I have to go. You're still coming right?"

"I really don't want you going, at all." Ryan growled, protectively.

"Well, I am."

"She's going to be mean to you, again."

"That's why I want you there."

"Fine." He grunted, and again I jumped up and down, "Yay Yay Yay!"

"Relax," He laughed again, opening the car door for me when we got to it.

I climbed in the passenger seat, and he closed the door behind me. I knew he just didn't want me to get hurt, and I was glad that he was actually protective, but I didn't want to be a baby and just chicken out of the party. I'm perfectly aware that I have never drank or done any sort of drugs in my life, but, tonight I was going to party. I was going to drink, and if I had to, I would get high.

Ryan wouldn't approve, but my mind was made up.

We drove in silence, Ryan's hand resting on my knee. His other hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. He didn't want to go, but he was doing it for me. I was thankful.

"You can turn left here." I pointed, "Then, right. Her house is third on the left hand side."

"Thanks," He mumbled, pulling into her driveway.

We both climbed out of the car, and his fingers intertwined with mine as we walked up the long path leading to the front door.

"Hey," Ella answered, opening the door after we rang the doorbell. Somehow, she had already gotten home. Ryan nodded towards her, but he refused to talk to her. We walked inside, and I was surprised at the number of people already inside drinking or smoking. Ew.

"Want something to drink?"

"Uh," I nodded.

"I'm good," Ryan answered.

"I'll get you a beer," Ella smiled.

She brought one for me, and Ryan glared at me when I took my first sip.

"I don't think you should be--"

"Shut up. I'm sick of being the loser. Tonight, we're going to have fun."

"If you drink that, I'm leaving."

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. I am leaving you."

"How could you just leave me when I need you so much?"

"The beer can help you with your problems."

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Why are you drinking that?"

"Because, it's cool."

"It's gross."

"I'm drinking it."

"I'm leaving."

"How will I get home?"

"Walk."

"You're such a jerk."

"Put the drink down. It's going to hurt you."

"Like you care what it does to me."

"I care about you. I've seen girls drink way to much and do things they regret."

"So, you've been with a lot of other girls?"

"That's not the point." He whispered.

I drank all of the beer in one sip, making a face at the bitterness. Ella brought me another one, and I chugged it too.

"Easy there, you're going to hurt yourself. Ever hear of alcohol poisoning?"

I walked into the kitchen and dug through the cooler, looking for something stronger. I took a huge swig of it.

"You've had enough," Ryan took it from my hand and through it into the garbage. I heard the bottle shatter, and I was getting upset.

"You're not in charge of me. You're a jerk."

"And, you're drunk," He laughed, lifting me over his shoulder.

Part of me was glad he lifted me up. He was right. I was drunk already, and I was really dizzy.

"You're going home."

"Put me down!" I screamed, banging my fists on his back.

"C'mon, you can spend the night at my house."

"I'm staying here and that's final."

'You're leaving, end of story."

"I hate you, Ryan!"

"You don't mean that, Mia. You're drunk."

"I do mean that. You don't listen to me. You're just like everyone else."

"I'm what?"

"Just like everyone else."

He set me down, looking into my eyes.

"I've never hurt you. How am I like everyone else?"

"You're an ass."

"I care about you."

"Leave."

"Maria, let's go home. You're drunk."

"Shut up and leave me alone."

He lifted me back over my shoulder and carried me to his car. He dropped me into the passenger seat and closed the door. I tried to open it again, but he had locked it. Ohmygod, he locked me inside of his car. The memories came back. When Tim locked me in the car and raped me.

"Ryan, let me out!" I screamed, pounding against the window.

His door opened, and he climbed into the car. He smiled at me and brushed my hair from my face. He beant over to kiss my cheek. I winced, my eyes closed tightly in fear.

"You're scaring me."

"Baby, don't be scared." He whispered in my ear, "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

I nodded, and he started the car. I closed my eyes, a tear escaping as we pulled out of Ella's driveway. I was drunk.