Never Enough (Part 1/?)
Title: Never Enough (Part 1/?)
Rating: PG-13 *ANGST WARNING!*
Summary: Sometimes, being friends just isn't enough...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story, though I wish I owned more! None of what happens in this series is true... (Thank God for some of it!)
Author's Note: Well, here it is! The beginning of my new series! I decided to do an angsty one this time, so I hope you all enjoy this change of pace! This is my first time writing an angsty series so bear with me! Comments are love! (Also, I am requesting a fic tag pleaaaase ^_^)
Colin was awoken from a deep sleep by the sound of his phone ringing. He grunted and rolled over. Deb stirred in her sleep and woke up too.
"Wha... who's calling at this hour?" Deb said and rubbed her eyes.
"I'll get it," Colin sighed, "This damn well better be important." he mumbled under his breath.
"Hello?"
"Col, It's me. I... I need you."
Colin felt his heart clench, it was Ryan and he sounded drunk and heartbroken.
"Ryan? What happened? Where are you?"
"At a hotel. The Hilton, room 441. I... I left Pat. I couldn't do it anymore."
"What do you mean Ry?"
"I just couldn't do it anymore." Ryan repeated and started to sob. Colin started to get really worried, Ryan never cried and he sounded desperate.
"Stay where you are Ryan, I'll be right there." Colin hung up the phone and quickly jumped out of bed and began to throw on some clothes.
"What is it honey?" Deb asked and sat up in bed.
"It's Ryan, he sounds bad. I have to go see him."
Deb's brow furrowed in concern. "Oh... Okay, call me later and let me know how he is."
"I will." Colin leaned down and gave his wife a kiss before grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. Colin ran downstairs and out the door as quickly as he could. He needed to get to Ryan, and fast.
God, Ryan... Please... PLEASE don't do anything stupid...
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Colin drove as fast as he could without getting pulled over and grabbed a spare key from the front desk when he entered the hotel. He ran for the elevator and pushed the fourth floor button.
Colin bounced on his feet impatiently as he waited for the elevator to climb to the fourth floor. When the doors opened, he ran down the hall and inserted the key in the lock.
He walked into the room, which was completely dark, and saw Ryan slumped in the corner with his legs drawn up. He had his forearms resting on his knees and a nearly empty whiskey bottle in his right hand.
Colin approached Ryan slowly and knelt down beside him.
"Ry? I'm here."
Ryan finally looked up and Colin saw the devastation on his face. He had dark circles under his eyes and they were red rimmed from where he'd been crying.
"Colin... so glad you're here." Ryan slurred.
"Ryan, what happened? Why did you leave Pat?"
"I don't love her anymore, Col. I'm in love with you. I always have been."
Colin sighed, "We've discussed this, Ry..."
"I know! I just... I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't do THIS anymore."
"Do what, Ry?"
"This! Being friends with you when I want so much more! I... I couldn't live like this! It's not enough!" Ryan yelled.
"Couldn't? Ryan... what do you mean 'couldn't'?" Colin felt his stomach clench with fear.
Ryan didn't answer. Instead, he looked past Colin with tears in his eyes. Colin followed his gaze to the bedside table and saw a pill bottle laying there. He quickly got up and grabbed the bottle.
Hydrocodone. It had been filled 3 days ago, but now it was empty. Colin rushed back to Ryan's side and tears filled his eyes.
"Ryan, how many of these did you take?" He asked firmly.
"Why does it matter? I can't live like this..." Ryan replied and kept staring off.
"Ryan? You're scaring me. Please, look at me." Colin begged and placed his hand on Ryan's cheek, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"I love you so much, Col," Ryan said weakly, "so much it hurts. I just wanted the pain to stop..." Ryan reached up and stroked Colin's cheek.
"Oh God, Ryan." Colin closed his eyes and tears fell down his cheeks.
Suddenly, Ryan's hand fell to his side with a thud and Colin's eyes shot open.
"Ryan?"
Ryan's eyes were closed and his body went limp.
"Ryan! Oh God, no. Please, no!" Colin pleaded and searched for a pulse. He found one, but it was weak. He ran to the phone and dialed 911.
"Hello? Please! Please send help! My friend overdosed and... Oh God, I think he might die..." Colin sobbed into the phone.
When the operator confirmed the room number, Colin hung up the phone and rushed to Ryan's side again. He clutched Ryan to his chest and rocked back and forth.
"Oh Ryan, please don't die! Not like this... not like this!"
TBC...
Rating: PG-13 *ANGST WARNING!*
Summary: Sometimes, being friends just isn't enough...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story, though I wish I owned more! None of what happens in this series is true... (Thank God for some of it!)
Author's Note: Well, here it is! The beginning of my new series! I decided to do an angsty one this time, so I hope you all enjoy this change of pace! This is my first time writing an angsty series so bear with me! Comments are love! (Also, I am requesting a fic tag pleaaaase ^_^)
Colin was awoken from a deep sleep by the sound of his phone ringing. He grunted and rolled over. Deb stirred in her sleep and woke up too.
"Wha... who's calling at this hour?" Deb said and rubbed her eyes.
"I'll get it," Colin sighed, "This damn well better be important." he mumbled under his breath.
"Hello?"
"Col, It's me. I... I need you."
Colin felt his heart clench, it was Ryan and he sounded drunk and heartbroken.
"Ryan? What happened? Where are you?"
"At a hotel. The Hilton, room 441. I... I left Pat. I couldn't do it anymore."
"What do you mean Ry?"
"I just couldn't do it anymore." Ryan repeated and started to sob. Colin started to get really worried, Ryan never cried and he sounded desperate.
"Stay where you are Ryan, I'll be right there." Colin hung up the phone and quickly jumped out of bed and began to throw on some clothes.
"What is it honey?" Deb asked and sat up in bed.
"It's Ryan, he sounds bad. I have to go see him."
Deb's brow furrowed in concern. "Oh... Okay, call me later and let me know how he is."
"I will." Colin leaned down and gave his wife a kiss before grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. Colin ran downstairs and out the door as quickly as he could. He needed to get to Ryan, and fast.
God, Ryan... Please... PLEASE don't do anything stupid...
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Colin drove as fast as he could without getting pulled over and grabbed a spare key from the front desk when he entered the hotel. He ran for the elevator and pushed the fourth floor button.
Colin bounced on his feet impatiently as he waited for the elevator to climb to the fourth floor. When the doors opened, he ran down the hall and inserted the key in the lock.
He walked into the room, which was completely dark, and saw Ryan slumped in the corner with his legs drawn up. He had his forearms resting on his knees and a nearly empty whiskey bottle in his right hand.
Colin approached Ryan slowly and knelt down beside him.
"Ry? I'm here."
Ryan finally looked up and Colin saw the devastation on his face. He had dark circles under his eyes and they were red rimmed from where he'd been crying.
"Colin... so glad you're here." Ryan slurred.
"Ryan, what happened? Why did you leave Pat?"
"I don't love her anymore, Col. I'm in love with you. I always have been."
Colin sighed, "We've discussed this, Ry..."
"I know! I just... I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't do THIS anymore."
"Do what, Ry?"
"This! Being friends with you when I want so much more! I... I couldn't live like this! It's not enough!" Ryan yelled.
"Couldn't? Ryan... what do you mean 'couldn't'?" Colin felt his stomach clench with fear.
Ryan didn't answer. Instead, he looked past Colin with tears in his eyes. Colin followed his gaze to the bedside table and saw a pill bottle laying there. He quickly got up and grabbed the bottle.
Hydrocodone. It had been filled 3 days ago, but now it was empty. Colin rushed back to Ryan's side and tears filled his eyes.
"Ryan, how many of these did you take?" He asked firmly.
"Why does it matter? I can't live like this..." Ryan replied and kept staring off.
"Ryan? You're scaring me. Please, look at me." Colin begged and placed his hand on Ryan's cheek, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"I love you so much, Col," Ryan said weakly, "so much it hurts. I just wanted the pain to stop..." Ryan reached up and stroked Colin's cheek.
"Oh God, Ryan." Colin closed his eyes and tears fell down his cheeks.
Suddenly, Ryan's hand fell to his side with a thud and Colin's eyes shot open.
"Ryan?"
Ryan's eyes were closed and his body went limp.
"Ryan! Oh God, no. Please, no!" Colin pleaded and searched for a pulse. He found one, but it was weak. He ran to the phone and dialed 911.
"Hello? Please! Please send help! My friend overdosed and... Oh God, I think he might die..." Colin sobbed into the phone.
When the operator confirmed the room number, Colin hung up the phone and rushed to Ryan's side again. He clutched Ryan to his chest and rocked back and forth.
"Oh Ryan, please don't die! Not like this... not like this!"
TBC...