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The doorbell rang. He went and opened the door. He was surprised to see Marissa.
"Hey, what do you want?" He asked. He had thought she had understood what he had told her in school and that he didn't want her around him anymore, after all what had happened or better what had not happened.
"I wanted to tell you that I had my reasons as I acted like I did. He never was talking to me. He told me nothing about his past or his feelings. I needed to force him to do so and then his never ending jealousy. This was much more hurting than anything else, so don't tell me how bad I've been towards him. He didn't deserve any better!" She screamed. This blew the top. She wasn't really blaming his friend, brother for what had happened or not happened, didn't she?
"He wouldn't have been jealous if you haven't given him reasons to and you knew from the very beginning that talking isn't his favourite subject."
"But…"
"Marissa it's not about what you've done, but about what you haven't done and fact is that you haven't been there for him. While Summer, Luke, my parents and I had tried to prevent that form happening, you never had occurred. You've let him down, when he really could have needed your company.
"But…"
"But it's fainéant to talk about it now, because he's gone and probably will never come back again. So, just stop this and let me alone with it."
"Do you know what? Don't blame me for him being incapable to control his aggressions. If he wouldn't have acted like a total idiot, he wouldn't sit in this mess now. He should be glad that he didn't end up in jail, where he belongs to." She screamed at his face and turned around. What had she said? It was his fault? Never. And jail? He belonged into jail only for for what? He hadn't done anything wrong. Man, this girl was screwed. He was such in rage that he slammed the door and went into the living room.
Now he stood there, thinking what he could do. Play Station wasn't any fun without Ryan, but who else was going to play with him? Summer hated it and his father, who had tried to several times, wasn't even close to Ryan's level. Maybe he should go out with his Summer Breeze, but alone? Shit, he wasn't able to do anything on his own. What had he done all the years before Ryan had come into this house?
"Hey, who was it at the door?" His father asked.
"Nobody."
"So you started soliloquizing."
"What?"
"If there was nobody you had quite a conversation to this nobody." He hated it, when his father was trying to cheer him up.
"It was Marissa."
"You shouldn't be that hard towards her. Anyway she and Ryan had broken up with each other. She wasn't responsible for anything then."
"Sure, but Ryan didn't bother that they weren't a couple, when he saved her life in Tijuana."
"Seth, this is something complete different. In this case it had been about death or alive."
"And this is the same. Ryan is going to die in there. Maybe not physically, but he'll never be the same when he comes out of this institution. He's there alone, without his friends and on his own. I don't think that someone can deal with such a situation for much too long. I mean, he already has had this kind of shit before he came here and I'm sure he didn't need more of it." His father sighed and put a hand onto his shoulder.
"I know what you want to say, but I guess he's not alone, like he had been when he had lived or not lived with his Mum. I'm sure things are not as bad as they had been then."
"And what about: they couldn't have found a worse place for him or he'll be glad when he makes it out of there without damage?" His father's face dropped.
"How…?"
"I know I shouldn't have listened to it, but he's my first and best friend and I think I have a right to know what's happening to him." And he was his brother and he was noisy. And if his parents didn't want him to listen to their conversations, they should shut the door behind them or better talk a little quiter. Or better they stopped trying to have secrets from him, because this was impossible.
"And with you as his friend, he won't be alone." His father stated, hugged him. "I'll try to help him."
"But why did they decide that he had to go there? Why couldn't he stay here? He hadn't done anything wrong okay despite this little housebreaking at school, but you know that he has had his reasons for that." His father sighed again. He looked at him, but his father wasn't looking back at him. This was more than curious. His father was avoiding looking at him.
"Okay Dad, what's wrong? What do you conceal?" He knew his father and he knew how it looked liked, when he was hiding something.
"I can't tell you yet."
"Does Mum know?" His father shook his head slightly. Okay that meant it was serious.
"Has it to do with Ryan?" His father didn't react. "Dad, c'mon I wanna help him, so tell me what you know!"
"What does your father know?" They heard his mother from behind. She looked tired. This whole taking-Ryan-away-thing had strained her, visibly.
"I don't know, but I guess it has something to do with Ryan." Seth stated. Together with his Mum he maybe could get his father talking.
"What? And you didn't tell me anything?" His Mum put her bag frustrated on the counter.
"Sorry, but I can't tell you." His father tried to get out of the cage he was caught in now.
"And why not?" Now his Mum was leading the conversation. Maybe it was better that way. She always got to hat she wanted and she knew how to handle his father and she wouldn't get grounded if she started to be insulting.
"Because it's … it's kinda strange…curious and…and I have to prevent suspicions which could lead us into hell's kitchen."
"Sandy, what has happened?" His Mum summoned his Dad.
"The Police told me that Ryan had bashed someone up fit for the hospital." What!? No. Ryan wasn't one of these screwed kids. This…when? They've always been together…he should have known about that or? This…He wasn't able to put his thoughts into words. He looked at his Mum and she was as stunned as he.
"But…but why don't we know anything about this? Shouldn't have the Police talked about this to us?"
"The victim hasn't filled charges."
"And they…what? I mean, if Ryan had beaten him up that bad…this doesn't make sense…I…I can't believe that." His Mum said.
"I don't know what to think about it. You know that he's easily reacting like this. He's not a person for letting words speak about his…his emotions. It wouldn't be the first time he reacts like this and, you know…Ryan's file contains enough bad news to believe that it had happened that way."
"Dad, you don't really believe this or?" He asked his father, reluctant to believe that his father still thought of Ryan as a smash-kid.
"In the moment I don't believe anything. I only believe in facts and those are that there were no attestors that could tell something different and that Ryan wouldn't have reacted violent for the first time."
"But Dad, he's…he's Ryan, how can you start taking sides with someone, you even don't know?" He was in rage. Ryan was his friend, no violent pervert who liked to kicks someone's ass. When he started doing this he has had his reasons. No, he never would beat up someone without reason. He has had enough of that by himself; he wouldn't do this to other people. No, although he never would show it, but he was a kind-hearted person, who felt for others…and…
"And who was it? Who was the person he had beaten up allegedly?"
"Exactly this question is why I didn't want to tell you, because this is the weirdest thing about all this. You know, we've all thought that this was over, but as…"
"Sandy, who?!"