Here I am again, sitting in the garden and writing :) So have fun and enjoy!
"Sandy? Are you okay?" She asked quietly, still not sure if really nothing had happened to him. She kept on staring on his chest, expecting a red stain appear, but nothing. The shirt on the chest staid white. He went to her and took her into his strong arms. He was alive. He wasn't hurt. There was no blood. No scream? No, there was someone screaming. She looked around, down the floor. She saw how Ryan was struggling for keeping Oliver on the floor. The gun lay aside of them. She hadn't seen him? She hadn't seen him. He had saved her husband. He had saved her family. He had saved her. Again. He was her guardian angel. He…had risked his life to protect her husband. But…he was only sixteen. He could have been hit by the bullet. He could have been dead. Oh God. He was only a boy. He shouldn't be able to react in such a situation. She still looked at him, still struggling with Oliver, who fought Ryan tooth and nail and Ryan just doing nothing. Receiving punches into his face, one after another.
"Ryan!?" She screamed out. Why in hell's name did he nothing? One hit and he could knock out Oliver.
"Can someone come and help us, please?" Her husband now called into the crowd. It didn't take long and two police officers came to help Ryan. They handcuffed Oliver and then hauled him off. Ryan stood there, as if nothing had happened. Only his face didn't look like that. She looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry." This single silent word made her heart clench.
"What have you done? You're such a bastard!" Marissa screamed. She was screaming at Ryan. What? This girl had witnessed what had happened. Ryan only had saved her husband's life and she was screaming at him, even blaming him? Marissa's offending hurt her.
"I…Hello, little Miss, sorry that I wanted to prevent any death okay?" Ryan answered. He sounded pissed. He had all right to.
"Oliver never had killed anyone!"
"No, he was only toying." Ryan replied. Marissa turned round and went off. This girl was screwed. She was glad she and Ryan had separated. She definitive didn't do her son any good.
One moment! Where was Seth? He ought to be here? Oh, okay. He had wanted to spend some time with Summer alone. He probably wasn't here anymore. She went to Ryan. She wanted to take him into her arms, but he stepped back, focusing the ground. This hurt her even more. This damn gap between them was increasing each passing day and this hadn't helped to hinder this.
"Now, we not only have to treat your hand." She tried to soothe him. He still was strained.
"Hey, you should have plant a punch on his chin." Her husband said. He patted Ryan's shoulder trying to get a look at him, but Ryan turned his head away from him. She didn't understand what this meant. Something had changed in Ryan, in front of her eyes and she hadn't seen what it was, nor averted it.
"Yeah, and it'll be now my ass wandering straight to jail." He said with a snort. His nose was bleeding.
"Ryan, I guess nobody would have accused you for anything." She tried to make him feel a little comfortable. This boy really was afraid of jail. But this couldn't be a reason for him to get beaten up without defending.
"I guess you don't trust Lady Justice?" Her husband tried to joke.
"Who does he trust anyway?" It slipped out. She didn't mean to say those words. But it was true. She caught an angry glance of her husband and he was right with it.
"Sorry." Ryan mumbled. "I better go now."
"Wait, wait, wait. First we go and get your hand treated and then we get an ice pack for your shiner and after this we go home, all together." Her husband said and went off. Ryan followed them slowly.
Now she stood in her kitchen. Of course her Dad had noticed what had been going on and of course he was everything else than amused about it.
"Kiki, since this boy has appeared in Newport he's only causing trouble." Again here Dad started with the same old story.
"Dad listen, I know you don't like him being around with us, but this had been my decision. And yes he had a troubled start in Newport, but he really had improved."
"You call this an improvement? Kiki, he had endangered other people's life."
"No Dad. He had saved my husband's life and I'm more than grateful for it." She hated it when her father started to talk in this manner about her boy - without comprehension and full of prejudices.
"Fact is, hadn't he been there nobody had been forced to toy around with a gun in front of whole Newport."
"Pardon? Ryan isn't responsible for the actions of some lunatic."
"But he knew what his appearance would cause in respect to Oliver Trask."
"Dad, how can you say that? When Oliver Trask decided to take a gun to the party, he didn't even know Ryan was coming too. So, Ryan is not responsible for it." Her rage was increasing.
"But he would have left it in his jacket, if Ryan hadn't shown up." This conversation wasn't going anywhere. They were running in circles and she never was going to convince her Dad.
"Okay, okay. I got it. And now tell me what you want?" Her Dad never appeared in her house without reason.
"I want to take some burden off your shoulders."
"What do you mean?"
"I see you're overtaxed with your family and the job…"
"Stop beating around the bush. What do you want?"
"I want to give you a choice. You can choose your job and your real family or you can stick to this - however you wanna call this state."
"One moment please. You want men to decide either for my job or for Ryan?" This man was evil, she always had known before. But she never had thought he would want her to break her family into pieces.
"Correct."
"But…how can you dare…you know how important my family is for me, as well as my job. How can you do this to me?"
"And I want to protect all this - your job and your family. You only have to bring Ryan back to where he comes from. I don't want anything else." She looked into these cold eyes. She was stunned and not able for some clear thinking.
"How can you ask me for this?"
"Kiki, everything's already initiated. You only need to give me your agreement."
"Agreement? Agreement to what? Destroying my family? Taking one of my sons away?"
"This boy is not your son and he's not part of your family either." Her father screamed at her.
"That's not true, of course he is..." He cut her off.
"This boy or your job? It's in your hands."
"Then I'll better go and pack my stuff. Makes the decision easier." She heard this smooth and calm voice. No. He wasn't due to listen to this conversation. She turned around, wanted to tell him she didn't want him to leave. But he already had turned around and headed for the pool house.
"Well done Dad." She hissed. Things already had been difficult enough with Ryan. This was certainly not improving her- their relationship to the boy. She left her Dad and went to Ryan. What had her father said? Everything's already initiated? Was he the reason why they didn't get back Ryan legally? Was he this so called new circumstance? But this was even way too cruel for her father. Or?