Oak Grove Institution - Jay Halstead FanFic

CHAPTER 2

Ryan

I lay down in my room alone, almost high on drugs that the nurse gave me to control my anger.

I wasn't an angry person, not until I came here. I just had useless parents.

I reach under my bed and pull out the letters that had been sent to me since my arrival here and sift through them until I come across the envelope that I've looked inside of the most. After reading the letter for the thousandth time sleep washes over me and soon enough a new day has begun.

I get up and dressed and then grab my bag and fill it with the books I'm going to need for today before heading out of my room and down to the halls of the school. Behind me I hear Ryan's voice.

"Ellen, you've got to go up top for meds." he says.

I frown, "No I don't, it's not four."

"They told me you've got to go," shrugs Ryan, "come on."

I turn around from where I'm actually supposed to be going and follow Ryan but he doesn't take me up to the nurse he leads me into an empty classroom and I begin to understand what's going on.

He leans on the edge of one of the desks inside and looks at me, "okay, so, um, tell me how this all works."

I raise my eyebrows at his sudden change of heart but tell him anyway, "I do whatever you want, as long as you get me what I need."

"And what's that?" He asks, clearly assuming that I'm a junkje or an alcoholic or something.

"A train ticket out of Chicago."

It's his turn to raise his eyebrows, "to where?"

"Los Angeles," I tell him.

"You can't leave Oak Grove." He reminds me.

"I can take care of it."

"How are you going to do that?"

"It doesn't matter,"

"Well, am I a part of 'it doesn't matter' because I'm not going to break anyone out." Ryan says.

"It's a yes or no," I squint at him, gesturing for him to answer.

He hesitates and then nods, "yeah." I put down my bag and then walk towards him a little timidly. I don't want to do this, but I have to. I put my hand on his shoulder and lean down to kiss him but he leans away from me. "Um, not here."

I back away and roll my eyes, picking up my bag, "forget it, you're a waste of time."

"Look," he walks towards me, "look. I've probably got my boss, like, right outside. It's my second day of work, I don't want to get fired, if it's all the same to you."

"Your boss, Victor?" I almost laugh, "trust me, Victor would be fine with whatever happens in here."

"Okay," he nods, "I still want to make sure."

I walk out of the room and he follows a little behind me. I pass Tyla, who's just coming out of another classroom and I hear her sick voice ask Ryan, "did you have fun?" before I round the corner not looking back.

Ryan doesn't want to do anything with me. I can tell. He thinks I'm a child, an angry problemed child that's ugly and desperate.

That's what I am.

I go to my lessons and I keep my head low until the end of the day when I take my shower and then head back to my room and change into clean pyjamas before getting out my letters and staring at them again.