A Step Closer To Hell Book 2

Ryan felt powerless; all he could do was watch over Paul, hoping for him to wake up. Spencer got a room, with two beds.

“Come on Ryan, there’s nothing we can do for him.”

“I want to stay here.”

“At least go to the room and shower.

“OK Spencer, but I want to come straight back.”

“Ryan, look you haven’t slept since we got here. They know where we’re staying and they will call us.”


Spencer had him convinced. When they got to the room, Ryan headed for the shower. Spencer lay on his bed and watched TV. Ryan came out in a towel.

“Brendon called.” Spencer told him.

“Oh, and what did he want?”

“Wanted to know when we were returning. I told him I didn’t know. He suggested leaving you the car and having me fly back. I told him I wasn’t leaving you at this time. He got pissed and hung up.

Ryan started shaking. Spencer Noticed.

“It’s OK Ry, He’s not coming down.”

He turned off the TV went over and comforted him.

“I think I’m going to take a nap. Spencer started to get up. “Don’t leave me.”


Ryan got under the covers; Spencer laid next him and held him. Soon, they were both asleep.

The Phone in their room rang after 10 that night. They woke up to it. Spencer answered. After a few minutes. He hung up.

“Ryan, hurry up and get dressed, Paul has come out of his coma!”


They got to the hospital Ryan rushed to his room. There he was laying there, his eyes open.

Ryan grabbed his hand and held it.

“Oh my beautiful Pauly.” Ryan said with sob.

Paul looked at him oddly

“Who are you?” Paul inquired.

“I’m your room mate.” Ryan told him, alarm rising in his throat.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a room mate.
“Yes pauly you do.! Ryan said, now frightened.

“Stop calling me that Let go of my hand! Paul’s voice rising.

They left the room. Ryan was visibly shaken. They went back to their room, Where Ryan sat on the bed.

“I don’t understand.” He said between sobs.

“He’s got amnesia.” Spencer added.

“I wonder how long that will last.”

“Only time will tell. Maybe it won’t be permanent.” Spencer told him assuring.

At one o’clock the next morning, the hospital called, Paul had slipped back under. When Ryan hung up, he crawled on his bed and wept. Spencer lay next to him and held him. He could feel the heart wrenching sobs rack his body. Ryan went to sleep. Several times, he woke up with nightmares. Each time, Spencer was there. He didn’t want to tell Spencer his dreams. Some were about Mark. Some were about Brendon. The ones about Brendon felt so real.

Later that morning Ryan was finally having a meal.

“Maybe, if Paul wakes up again, the memory problem will be fixed.”

“I don’t know Ry, I’d hate for you to get your hopes up.”

There was nothing for Ryan to do, except mentally agree.

When they were in Paul’s room, a man called to him. Ryan turned and went out.

The man smiled at him.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m the other driver.” Ryan noticed a woman, who was pregnant standing next to him, and four children. The man noticed. “This is my wife and children.”

“It’s my turn to apologize.” Ryan said.

“No it’s not your fault, and it’s not your friends fault. I pray for your friend. I was lucky, I got away with a few bumps, bruises and a broken rib, but your friend got the worst of it. I only hope he is as fortunate.

“Thank you.” Ryan said with sincere gratitude.

The two men shook hands, and then the man left. No matter what happens, he was not going to leave Paul’s side.
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{Las Vegas NV}
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Brendon was pacing he watched the training film.

“Maybe I should hire a private dick.” He thought to himself.

He paced around some more. Decided to watch the film again, while he mentally tried to remember who he knew to be a PI. He wasn’t stalking him; at least he didn’t consider it so. Ryan and Spencer were in his band and he was concerned about them.

Then again, he was curious, of what Ryan and Spencer might be doing, with each other. The thought of catching them, in the act, made him smile, he rubbed his cock, Then He decided, if he did catch them, He would own Spencer’s ass too. He would announce that they just became a packaged deal. He rubbed himself harder. If they refuse, he’ll either give them a choice, this way, or forget about being in the band. Brendon was warming to that idea.