Title: Church on Sunday
Summary: Future Fic, Ryan and Marissa are married, but they are having marital problems. RM angst. Song fic to Green Day's "Church on Sunday".
Disclaimer: I don't own the O.C. sadly, I also do not own Green Day, the rights to "Church on Sunday" or Billie Joe Armstrong's songwriting ability.
Marissa was thirty years old. She had been Marissa Atwood for seven years. They had gotten married on the beach, she remembered it so well, how did everything go downward from there. She guessed that after the birth of there children, Kira and Tyler, they just stopped communicating. Now Ryan worked all the time, nothing was going as planned.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
Tomorrow is too late to pretend everything's all right now
She was sure that he didn't love her anymore. That he had found someone better and younger then she was. But she could never be too sure, because they never talked anymore. But Marissa was pretty positive, because whenever he came home really late on a Saturday night like tonight he smelt like fancy perfume, which wasn't hers. And he always came home drunk. It seemed like that was all that he did, eat, sleep, drink, and work.
I'm not getting any younger as long as you don't get any older
I'm not going to state that yesterday never was
Marissa sat on the living room couch holding a picture of the four of them that was taken last year at the beach. Everyone had a big smile on their face, Ryan's are was draped casually around Marissa's shoulder, that was taken right before everything went downhill. She felt the tears slide down her face, but she didn't care so what if her kids saw her crying, she knew that they were going to find out sooner or later.
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
The door opened and Ryan stumbled in, obviously drunk once again.
"Marissa, is that you? What are you doing up so late? Did you wait up for me because I'm a big boy, I don't need a babysitter."
Marissa turned to face him, her face was wet and sticky with tears, "Ryan why did you do this to me, to the kids? Why are you like this, did I do something wrong? Ryan please tell me I can't take this anymore. I want a divorce."
"Wha…what? Marissa you can't be serious. What about the kids? What about me? Riss I love you, you know that. Why are you doing this to me? Don't leave me please."
When I say
If I promise go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night
If you live with me I'll die for you and this compromise
"Ryan, I don't know that you love me. You never talk to me, it's always the same thing, you go to work, come home really late usually smelling of alcohol, you go to sleep, then the next morning wake up and go straight back to work! You are not the same man I married!" Marissa heard her voice screaming at Ryan, she could hear a soft, "Mommy." in the background. But that didn't matter, she was going to get the truth out of Ryan.
"What the hell do you mean Riss? I come home late because I work do put food on this table, that's more than you do! And you know what I may not be the same man you married because you are definitely not the same woman I married." Marissa felt tears spring to her eyes, Ryan had never yelled at her before, what was going on with them.
I hereby solemnly swear to tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth is what I'll ever hear form you now
Ryan glared at Marissa,"You don't know what you're doing! You are tearing apart a perfectly happy family."
Marissa was shocked, "A perfectly happy family? We are far from happy, and you know that."
"What do you want Marissa? What do you want from me?"
"I-I just want the truth Ryan, I want to be able to talk with you like we used to. I want the old Ryan back."
"You want the truth well here it is, I work all the time because I am scared that this will happen, because the longer I work the less time I have to be with you! I drink because I am stressed out. Okay there it is that is all I have to say."
"I know that that is not the full truth. You are still hiding something. You come home every night with that same girl, you spend late nights at the office with that girl. I want to know who that girl is. Who is she Ryan?"
Trust is a dirty word that comes from such a liar
But respect is something I will earn if you have faith
Ryan stared at Marissa, he knew that their life wasn't perfect and that was the reason why he had begun spending more time at the office. And yes maybe he did kiss his co-worker Samantha once or twice, okay maybe more than once or twice, but he hadn't done it deliberately it just happened.
"Marissa why can't you just trust me? Why can't you just believe me? Everything I said was true. Just trust me Mari-"Ryan's sentence was cut off by the ringing of the telephone. Ryan reached over to grab it but Marissa got it before him.
"Hello?"
"Hello is Ryan there."
"May I ask who's speaking?"
"It's Samantha. I just wanted to make sure he got home okay. His cell was off so I decided to phone the house. Can I talk to him?"
"Well, Samantha," Ryan's eyes widened when Marissa said that name, "I think that you should know that this is Ryan's wife you are talking with. And if I was you, I would stop cheating on me with my husband!" Marissa slammed down the phone, and started to cry.
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
"Ryan you obviously did not tell me the truth, because if you had why the hell would she phone to see if you got home alright? And don't tell me she's just a friend."
"But she is just a friend."
"Don't give me that bull Ryan, I know that you are having an affair, you know I was cheated on more than once in my life." Marissa felt the tears running down her face, she could taste the saltiness on her lips, "Just please tell me the truth."
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
"Marissa please stop crying, I can't take it anymore. I know that messed up, I know that. And I'll admit to you yes I was having an affair, but I was afraid, you were slipping further and further away from me. I didn't want to lose you."
"So by having an affair that solves your problems? That solves nothing, you could have just talked to me. Why did you have to hurt me? Why did you hurt me?"
Ryan looked into Marissa's clear blue eyes, which were dark and wet from tears and anger, "Marissa I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed something to clear my head, and Samantha was there, she understood what I was going through, she helped me get through it. Please trust me on that."
When I say
If I promise go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night
If you live with me I'll die for you and this compromise
Marissa looked at Ryan's hurt look on his face, but she knew what she had to do, "Ryan, please I don't know what I want to do. I'm going to get the kids up and I'm going to Seth and Summer's for the night." She watched his face turn into a hurt and confused look.
"But we can work things out. We can figure out how to do this. Please don't leave Riss, please."
If I promise go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night
If you live with me I'll die for you and this compromise
"Ryan I've made up my mind. I am not saying that we will get a divorce, yet. I just need time to think."
She walked upstairs into Tyler's room, "Hey Ty grab some clothes and toys cause we're going to Auntie Summer's and Uncle Seth's for the night."
"Mommy, does that mean I can play with my cousins?"
"Tomorrow you can, it's a bit too late tonight."
"Okay mommy, I'll be ready soon."
Marissa exited the room to find Ryan standing there, "Marissa, please don't leave me here. Please!"
"Ryan could you please move, I need to go get Kira."
If I promise go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night
If you live with me I'll die for you and this compromise
Marissa pushed past Ryan and went into her two year old daughter's room, where she grabbed some toys and clothes put them into a bag, picked up Kira and marched right back out. She took Tyler's hand and pushed them towards the door.
"Marissa don't leave please."
"Ryan it's too late."
"Please Riss, we can make things better." Ryan was close to tears as he begged his wife not to leave.
If I promise go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night
If you live with me I'll die for you and this compromise
And this compromise
It's a compromise
"Ryan we'll talk tomorrow. Good-bye." Marissa walked out of the house, put the kids in the car and drove off. Ryan leaned up against the closed door, he slowly sank to the floor and that's where he sat for who knows how long, he just sat there and silently cried.