If for a Moment

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Chapter 2: The Sense of Justice

Julie had been hugging Marissa for what seemed like hours, not wanting to let her precious

daughter go, in case something else happened to her. For what was the first time in her life, Marissa felt

at peace in her mother's arms, accepting her love and care. "Coop!" Summer yelled as she made a

beeline for her best friend's bed, Seth trailing behind her. Julie moved out of the way as the pair

hugged. "Don't worry Coop, I'll nail Volchok's ass. Million Dollar Baby style, all that's gonna be left of

him is Nazi juice." Marissa giggled at Summer's rant, secretly happy that she had so many people

behind her in this. The most important was Ryan, who was outside the room waiting for Sandy and

Kirsten to arrive. Moments later, the husband and wife walked into the room. Kirsten wrapped Marissa

into a hug and placed a vase of roses on her bedside table, which was already overflowing with various

flowers. Ryan smiled at the moment that was happening before him. He couldn't believe that Marissa

was alright, those few weeks where she lay before him unconscious, were the hardest he ever faced.

Sighing, he walked out of the room, looking for a vending machine. "Dude, what's up?" Seth's voice

asked as the dark-haired boy joined the blond. What was up? What wasn't? Ryan wondered. So much

had happened since graduation it was ridiculous. Marissa almost went to Greece, then she almost died.

His entire life almost ended that night because of Volchok. Ryan's hand went into a fist at the thought of

that guy. Interrupting his thoughts was Seth mumbling about something about how hospitals made him

rather nervous because it was too white. Silencing Seth's rant with a look, he walked back to

Marissa's room.

Marissa sighed hours later as she fell onto her bed, Kaitlin had moved her things immediately once Marissa woke and took residence in another room. Sharebear wrapped tightly in her arms,

Marissa's mind wondered. She was lucky to have only sustained a concussion, sprained wrist and

various bruises. Still, bed rest for three weeks didn't exactly appeal to her as she stared at the

photograph of Ryan and herself taken last summer at the beach. She smiled, knowing that it would

work out this time. No more Oliver, Alex or Volchok, just them against the world. With these thoughts

in her head, she drifted off to sleep.

Sandy looked with hate at the case presently in front of him, the case being Volchok. The surfer

looked back haughtily at the lawyer, Marissa's lawyer, steel grey eyes burning. "You realize that along

with attempted manslaughter you can now be charged with drug possession and thief?" Not missing a

beat, Sandy continued, "Yes Ryan told us about that car. You might well just go for the electric chair,

it'll be better than where you're going." "And do you realize, that I don't care? And you're little bitch is

dead." Volchok replied. Sandy eyes hardened, "Touch him, or Marissa, or anyone of my friends or

family and you're gonna be dead." Smirking, Volchok whispered, "I'll look forward to it."