The loud sirens awoke Ronin as he sat up weakly; his head felt light like it could fly off any second, and the red and blue lights swirled around him, giving him a headache.
Quickly rolling over and shoving his head into the grass, he vomited, feeling a light tapping on his back as he did so. Groggy and confused, he turned, meeting with a tall man.
Confused, he looked around, finding wren next to him, bothered by his little knowledge of what had happened.
There was chatter around him nothing he could understand.
The smell of his vomit coated the wet grass he lay in; attempting to push himself up, he felt support under his arms; Ronin attempted to find his balance. The voices became clearer as he could hear his father's worried and disappointed voice.
Ronin, finding his balance, stepped forward the men following.
Ronin was soon being blinded by the bright light the men shined in his eyes, and a series of questions followed.
Who are you" the supposed authoritative men asked him
Ronin was coming to, as he answered surprised by the delay,
Where are you?" They asked
I don't know," Ronin replies, looking around at the charismatic scene.
His gaze abrupted as they continued to question him.
Where do you live?" Ronin thought hard he had never bothered to learn about his location.
They had moved on ignoring his mumbles,
Do you know what drugs you were using?"
Drugs? Ronin was confused as his eyebrows raised conspicuously.
From which the men let a grin out as they patted him on the shoulder before getting up.
Ronin found himself lying on the small couch in his living room; his father passed out in the chair next to him, his firm arm reaching Ronin's shoulder as he lay; a strange feeling erupted through Ronin; his father's comfort was strange to him.
He fought his energy to resist, knowing he needed it.
A loud knocking evoked the metal door; wren stood in between the 3 men, their badges lit up as the door swung open. Her father's angry voice quickly hunted as his gaze met the men; wren could see her mother inside. Her eyes were sorrowful.
Wren avoided contact as the men talked with her father; she was suddenly upset as the men left her. She walked inside, her father's, strong arm ushering her in, slamming the door behind him. His voice began to rise, and her eyes widened as her father paced.
Her father yelled. His voice was practically roaring as it began to ring in her ears, and soon, her mother's frantic voice grew louder as her father's hard hand grabbed her shoulder. Wren closed her eyes hoping she could somehow make it all go away.
The door to her small room slammed hard, the last of the light fading behind it.
She was alone again. It was pitch black. Her mind raced as she sat in the dark room; the walls looked as if they had no end, and the haunting feeling that she wasn't alone came to her.
As it always did.
The cold kitchen table froze his bare arms, and two of me sat in front of him, asking the same questions he couldn't remember from last night.
Ronin answered what he could when they asked.
Who gave you the drugs"?
The men asked
Ronin sat blankly, to which they responded do you know?"
The cigarettes?" The men continued trying to get something out of him.
That fucking bastard Ronin slammed on the table, and the men startled
The men attempting to calm him down,
Noah-Noah Carstens Ronin blurted, crossing his arms while he pushed off the table with his legs, his eyes squinted.
Ok," the men said, getting up at the same time.
Ronin's father sat at the table with him after they left, hoping he wouldn't do the same. His father began to speak.
His tone was subtle which Ronin appreciated, his father watched his words
While still confronting Ronin, in which Ronin was honest for once.
His father was pleased with his response, assuring him of his safety.
His father then gently scolded, never again," he said, pointing at Ronin, his eyebrows rising, wasn't planning on it," Ronin snarled, getting up; where do you think you're going?" His father asked, looking into his newspaper.
Out," Ronin replied. His tone was confident, hey hey," his father scrambled to his feet after him, and he chased out after his son.
C'mon, Ronin's father waved as he gestured to the car; Ronin's eyes filled with excitement as he scurried inside.
Ronin sat proudly in the car; he knew it was probably the best thing they had.
Ronin mapped out the drive as he had gone into town often; zipping down the hill, the town looked friendlier in the day; Ronin was suddenly conspicuous as the car jolted to a stop.
A cheap fast-food place greeted them as they parked, his father getting out he waving Ronin ahead.
The building was warn, and the smell of greasy food occupied his thoughts; his father ordered for both of them, which Ronin didn't mind.
Sitting down at a small table, his father begins to talk; after last night's event, he feels he should be more present in Ronin's life as he asks, so how are you liking Clinton?"
Ronin was surprised by his father's interest,
Why do you care?" He almost snarls back
C'mon Ronin, let's just have a normal conversation, father-son" his father's eyebrows are resting.
Fine" Ronin says turning toward his dad
Their conversation was light, but it was an improvement.
Their food came shortly; it was, as expected, greasy and cheap, but it was better than anything he had eaten since he moved; he had made that clear as he scarfed it down quickly.
As the end of his weekend came near, Ronin lay in his room truly wasting his last hours. His father had left for work hours ago after their short outing for food, and Ronin almost missed his company.
Just then, a loud banging echoed through the house, Ronin quickly darting to the door in hopes of his father, maybe even Percy.
A shock of fear flew over him as his eyes met the stern gaze of Noah's black eyes, a big hood covering most of his face, Ronin's face straightened; what do you want?" Ronin said, scowling at him.
You know exactly what I want you little shit! Noah scolded as he invited himself in pushing past Ronin.
"The cops are all over me what the hell were you thinking!?
Noah exclaimed getting closer to Ronin.
Ronin's fists clenched, still stinging from the other night; he wasn't afraid to do it again.
C'mon, where is it? Noah surged with anger, and Ronin was confused.
The fucking bag I gave you, Ronin racked his brain, trying to remember where he put it; you think I remember? Ronin snarled. Don't forget I was high! He stepped closer to Noah; just give me the bag, Noah pestered, shoving Ronin.
Noah was taller than Ronin, and he didn't doubt he was stronger too, Ronin protested he was telling the truth
Though he wasn't sure why.
Noah grabbed Ronin's hair, slamming his head against the nearby wall; I'm gonna ask one more time, Noah said, pulling his hair, Ronin breathing heavily. He didn't know. This was bad. Ronin hadn't known Noah for very long, but he had met kids like him before; he knew this was bad.
The situation quickly escalated as Noah shoved Ronin to the floor Ronin quickly backed up as Noah came closer he tackled Ronin, the carpet under them wrinkled as they fought, Ronin's arm pushing up against Noah's' chest trying to get him off, Noah grabbing him he quickly pinned it under his knee before he knuckled ronin's nose, grabbing his jacket collar he pulled Ronin up then shoving him violently against a nearby table the sound of glass shattering as the lamp fell off the impact Noah looks at Ronin his nose now bleeding. Noah grabs one of the glass pieces and holds it up, Ronin's eyes widen.
HEY!! GET UP PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!
Ronin's father yelled as he held out his gun.
NOW!
He repeated.
Noah slowly dropped the glass off he stood up, Ronin looked up at Noah his face was filled with fear, he looked like he was about to cry
Noah turned around, met by Ronin fathers gun at his chest; he raised his hands hesitantly.
"Against the wall now! Ronin's father yelled,
Noah obeyed Ronin's father then grabbed his hand and cuffed it behind his back he grabbed Noah's arm fiercely,
Turing to Ronin he instructed him to stay inside.
His father left the door open as he dragged Noah out to his car quickly locking him in the back.
Ronin, sitting up, wiping his nose, his jacket now covered in blood, his father running back. He quickly grabbed a towel, handing it to Ronin in concern. He looked at his son; there wasn't much damage done, from what he could tell was new from the other night.
The following week, Ronin had given his statement, and the court taking his side quickly confirmed Noah's time.
The death stare Noah gave to Ronin had followed him home and revisited him while on the bus the next day.