Hi all here's the sequel, well the first chapter anyway, hope you like….
It had been five days since the cohen/ Atwood family had been thrown into turmoil at the merciless hands or scott, but to them it felt like yesterday.
Today was a perfect day, the sun was shining and there was a small breeze that blew the leaves around the cemetery, sandy shivered and pulled his black suit jacket around him, a chill rose up his back pulling him from his thoughts of happier times and back into reality.
Here he stood, on his own, watching as the black shiny casket, with silver handles was lowered into the ground in front of his very eyes.
"dad?"
Sandy turned and lifted his head meeting his son, seth's eyes, he smiled a slight smile but it never really reached its fullness, bowing his head again, he never realised the full impact of scotts actions and how its affects were still haunting his family even after his demise, and somehow he knew that his family would never be the same again.
Sandy turned away from the now occupied plot and motioned for seth to join him, both of them walked together silently, each somehow knowing what the other was thinking.
After too long a silence, sandy decided to speak first to save both of their sanity,
"how's taylor and jamie doing?"
Seth sighed, taylor and jamie had been staying with himself, summer and parker and somehow he'd ended up looking after everyone, which he remembered was normally ryans job.
Seth shook his head,
"she's still not talking, the doctors… they say she's in some sort of catatonic state…." seth ran his hands through his hair " she just sits here,not moving, not talking, not eating, its like…. Like she's locked herself within herself…. And I don't know what to do…. Ryan would know…he'd, he'd…" seth couldn't finish, he broke down there and then, in front of his father and fell to the floor, exhausted, upset and drained with no where else to turn.
Sandy sank to his knee's to comfort his son, hell he was supposed to be the strong one, and if he couldn't hold it together then there was no hope for anyone else.
After a long few minutes of them both sitting in silence, seth stood and brushed himself off, closely followed by his father,
"how's mum and sophie doing?" seth asked, changing the subject,
This time it was sandy that shook his head before answering,
"well sophie pretty much just stay in her room, and to be honest she could probably do with her big brother there every now and again"
Seth nodded, he really loved sophie but could he really handle much more at the moment, " and mom?"
Sandy turned away from seth before continuing, "she won't talk to me, she can't sleep… I just…. I mean….. erghh!…. What if she starts drinking again?"
Seth strode to stand in front of his father " she won't!" he said matter of factly, sandy went to interrupt but seth cut him off with a wave of his hand " she won't, she's strong, and she know's what it meant to us, but especially to ryan, she won't"
Sandy nodded, but stayed quiet, secretly hoping that seth was right.
Seth and sandy started walking back to the cemetery gates, each knowing how the other was feeling, both knowing that 'ryan' the one person who would know exactly what to say and exactly what to do, wasn't here to do anything.
They reached the gate, and could see their cars in view, but both turned for one last look, at the newly dirt filled grave, making the numb feelings resurface, and when they faced each other seth asked,
"will we all ever be the same again?"
A/N so what do you think, good, bad or ugly?
Whose grave was it?
Is ryan really dead?
Will taylor snap out of it?
Will kirsten turn to drink again?
Read and review please, and also a couple of thank you's to emma, who I cant reply to as theres no address, for the fantastic idea for storyline, and if she wants to help she's more than welcome, and to tcsportsmed7 I love your ideas