My Saving Grace

Part 2

It took a day or two for Ryan to get the papers for me to be able to actually leave. During that time my favorite doctor got a chance to say goodbye. It wasn't the usual, it was worse actually because he didn't give me the medication. I was able to move, feel, react and try and stop everything. It wasn't over quickly either, but I didn't try and fight it as much as I should've, I took it so I didn't end up dying or 'killing myself' like a couple of the other patients who had fought back against him the day before they were released.

"He's in here" I heard one of the guards say to someone, they were standing outside of my room. I was laying down, my body was aching from every touch it received before. Bruises were formed over my back, my legs and of course my ass. I could barely move, I had to fake it around the guards since they would probably just make it worse. There's no actual authority and there were several people who would claim that I would be lying, so it would just be something along the lines of me being still crazy.

The door squeaked when it opened, he was standing there. That man from before, my stomach twisted a little as I sat up in my bed. The guard immediately moved over to me and grabbed my arm so he could pull me up from the bed and I immediately gasped, my arms were so sore, the bruises hadn't even began to form since it wasn't too long ago that my doctor paid that visit. I looked at Ryan as the guard jerked me towards him, he looked like he was about to say something but didn't. "Do you want me to put the jacket on him now? The doctors are giving you some pills and the jacket in case he gets out of hand" the guard asked the man.

Ryan gave me a good look then shook his head, for a second it looked like he was considering it but then again I didn't actually think that this guy would be any different. He looked like a douchebag, with his hair, nose ring and stupid clothes. I couldn't even knit pick at this man right, he was the way I was getting out so there was nothing I could knit pick at yet. "No, I don't think I'll have a problem with him. Come on, Ricky" he told me then brought his hand out pretty quickly which I instinctively jerked away since I thought he was going to hit me "whoa, it's alright" he chuckled then brought his hand to the spot on my back between my shoulder blades so he could gently guide me out of the cell and towards one of the doors I never even thought I would see.

I kept my head low, my eyes did catch a couple of the doctors giving me dirty looks. I knew I was a freak, worthless like they all said and a pathetic waste of their time. Attention seeking, that's one I always got. It was a stupid mistake, I know that now and I didn't choose to be stuck in this fucking place. Once we got up to the desk, the receptionist had Ryan sign a couple more papers and they actually gave me back my things. Which were just a couple of lip rings, I had completely forgotten that I even had them before. They put my stuff into a bag then handed it to Ryan before telling us that we could go. We walked out of the doors, my eyes immediately closed from how bright it actually was. Which he let me have my moment.

I took in a deep breath, it smelled so different from inside there. I opened my eyes and everything was so much brighter, and a hell of a lot colder than it was in there. "Come on, they didn't give me your shoes so we should get in the car" Ryan's voice snapped me out of my daze, I wasn't even sure if I was actually awake at this point. That was until he brought his hand to my back and all the pain hit me again. I didn't dare make a noise.

Ryan guided me to the car slowly so I didn't step on anything sharp, once he got to the car he opened the door for me and gestured for me to get inside which I did hastily and locked the door so just in case the doctors did decide to come out they couldn't immediately take me back. I watched the other male walk around to the door and get in as well, which once he turned on the car and started to pull out my body was at ease. "So uh.. are you ever going to talk to me?" he asked me as he focused on the road until he was on the main part, I gave him a small nod when he looked over at me. He leaned forward to the dash to take a pack of cigarettes from it and held them out for me "I doubt you smoke but do you want a smoke?". I took the carton from him and took two out, one for him and one for me since I assumed that was why he grabbed them anyway. He took it from me and put it between his lips then pointed to the lighter in the cup holder which I grabbed so I could light mine then his.

I took a long drag from the cigarette and exhaled the smoke shakily. My entire body was still so sore, I knew I would probably have to speak to him eventually but I didn't trust my voice. As weird or crazy as it seemed, I let out a few hums which actually got his attention. I looked down at the cigarette that was between my fingers before I took another long drag to calm my nerves so I could actually try to speak "w-will-" I let out a small breath then brought my free hand to my face before I shook my head, bringing the cigarette to my lips again.

"Ricky, don't be afraid to talk. I'm not going to yell at you" he told me, which I didn't think he would.. I mean I was used to it even if he did. I just didn't trust actual words to form. I knew what I wanted to say but it's been a long time before I actually spoke.

I put my shaky hand down to rest on my leg before I look over at him and swallowed, a moment passed and I tried again. "w-will you send.. me back i-if I make.. you mad?" I finally said, other than the stuttering and the pausing I think that went pretty well. If he did send me back I think I would probably deal with it, I'd probably die in a year or two but at least that would be my own personal release.

Ryan let out a small laugh then looked over at me before quieting down a little, I think he noticed me jolt a little at the sound of his laugh. He brought his cigarette back to his lips to take a puff from it then he shook his head "Nah, I mean.. if you try to kill me I will, if you try and kill yourself.. well, I might but I'd try and help before that would happen. I will have some rules for you" he told me. I knew there would be rules so that didn't bother me.

I didn't know anything about this guy, I could be going from one abusive place to another. At least he was semi good looking. "How far.. are we going?" I bit my lip for a second then took a long, and I mean very long drag from the cigarette to the point my entire lungs were filled with the smoke. I let it out gradually though, just letting my nerves finally settle.

"We'll be far enough away from them.. I sort of figured you probably don't want visitors from that place so I gave them my old address, just so they wouldn't pester us. I mean they have my number but.." he stopped talking to let out a small chuckle. It sounded pretty nice, it wasn't half as sadistic as half the laughs that I heard in the past two years.

I didn't say anything more since I was just relaxing as much as I could. We drove for a good half hour in complete silence, it was a good distance from the institution so I wasn't too worried about that. Once we got in this sort of suburban area, I looked for maybe the shadiest house, I feel bad for that but I wasn't sure whether or not this guy was on the up and up. I looked up again when we pulled into one of the driveways, my eyes widened and my jaw nearly dropped. This guy had to have lived with his parents.