Chapter 4: Mr. Blonde
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"So dad, anything new?" Marissa opened the door with her arm around Ryan,
then flipped the swtich for the lights.
"Dad's not here," a third voice said.
As the man spoke, Marissa threw her hands in the air, throwing her coat in
the process. Ryan went to walk over to him.
"What the hell are you doing here! You know how this turns out, I kick your
ass and you leave!"
"I think you might want to reconsider doing that."
"Why would give you the priviledge of being around Marissa?"
"Because right now, the police are looking around your poolhouse. Looking
for drugs." He looked up and smirked at Ryan. "I don't know if they'll find
any, but I'm pretty sure they will." Just then, Ryan's cellphone went off.
He dug into his pocket and pulled it out. It was Seth, and he flipped the
top of the phone to answer it.
"Dude, something is up. There's like 3 cop cars outside the house, they
said they are looking for drugs! Now me, being the smart guy I am, know
that you don't do them. So, what the hell is going on? Hello? C'mon, this
is serious..." Seth's voice trailed off as Ryan took the phone away from
his ear, then grabbed his head with both of his hands, with the cell still
in possession.
"Is that Seth? I haven't spoke to him in a long time. May I?" The man
reached out for the phone, but before he could get it, Ryan flipped the lid
and cut off the call. "Now why'd you have to do something like that?"
"Why are you doing this?" Marissa ran over to Ryan and wrapped her arms
around him, then scowled at the guest.
"Because I love you. I can't help it, and every day in that freak's home I
spent it dreaming of you. Us together again. You remember how good it was,
just us alone. No Seth, no Summer, no Luke or Anna or any other nobodies
who distract us! And especially none of him!" And he pointed to Ryan,
fixing his eyes on him in the process. Ryan couldn't take anymore. He
pounced on the stranger, and struck him twice in the face. He swung back
for another hit, but Marissa held his arm.
"No. It's what he wants you to do."
"Well what does it matter? The cops are at the house, and knowing this guy,
they will find something! I'll end up back in Juvey, and we'll be apart! It
doesn't matter if I hit him, and it just makes me fell a hell of a lot
better!"
"But it will make things worse. You'll have assault on your record as
well!" Marissa turned to the third person. "I told you I don't want you,
why do you keep doing this?"
"Because you're so blinded by his cheap love, you can't realise who you are
supposed to be with! Me!" He started waving his arms, and smashed a vase by
accident. Marissa jumped and hid behind Ryan, who was ready for more
action. "The police will find something. They will hunt you down, Ryan. And
you'll go back to the pathetic life you used to have, the life you deserve!
And me and Marissa will live happily ever after! Now, I'm no genius, but
they will end up looking for you. And the first place they'll look is where
Marissa is. So if I were you, I'd run. Far, far away."
Ryan thought about it for a second. The next decision he makes could be his
last, and for what? A girl? He was right. This guy was messed up! He didn't
just fall in love with a girl, then pull a crazy stunt to win their
attention, which then backfires and leaves him in the blue. No, he wanted
to take his obsession further. It was almost like a high for the stalker.
He loved the sense of fear, the sense of danger, the sense of competition.
And he loved girls. All girls. All the girls who wouldn't talk to him,
every one. That's the reason he started this little game. And Marissa was
just another pawn in his next move.
After Ryan walked up and down the room, considering what to do, he dropped
the phone. Ryan walked into the face of their guest, and raised his hand
once more.
"I know you're game, and you haven't beat me yet. You think another
obstacle like this will distract me? You obviously don't know me very well
then, do you?"
"You're right, Ryan. I don't know you very well. But do I need to? It seems
that, in the prediciment you are in, that I am on top. Awww, you look
angry. You look mad. You look God damn pissed off!" And then he got up, and
smacked his face twice, then ran them down his face. "What? Am I bothering
you? Am I making you feel fricking uncomfortable!" He freaked out, and
smashed his hand against the wall, cracking it slightly. Then he just sat
down and rested his head on his hands, with his elbows on the armchair.
"Well? Am I? Because that's how I felt. Nine months. Nine months in that
hellhole!"
"Yeah, well you deserved it," Ryan replied, which seemed to anger the man.
He got up out of his chair, and this time, he got in Ryan's face. A whole
new side of his was being shown tonight, and this side wasn't any better
than his last. In fact, it was much worse for the potential couple. "After
slitting you wrists, trying to score some coke and putting a gun to your
head, did you actually think it was gonna blow over? Did you actually think
that anyone would trust you on your own?"
"Of course I didn't. I knew what I was getting myself into. Nothing is free
here, everything has consequences. Like tonight. You two on your little
date with the odd couple at the pier?" Marissa and Ryan looked blank at the
third person. "Yeah, you didn't think I knew about that? Everytime you held
her hand, everytime you stuck your vile tongue down her throat, you made
them suffer. You're friends are falling apart because you two are together.
You have to stop it, before someone really gets hurt. Don't you see? I
cannot leave her alone. I cannot let her fall into your sick little trap
and let her be punished for something she doesn't deserve. Yes, I knew that
if I wanted her that bad, then I'd have to pay. I just didn't realize how
hard it was going to be! You lay in that bed for the day, thinking about
where you went wrong. You try to figure out your life, and what happened.
And then the next day, you do it all over again. You spend your entire life
wondering about the possibilties, if it happened another way. You begin
dreaming about what could've gone down, all the things that never
happened." Ryan looked up at him, and began laughing.
"Touching, isn't it? He snaps at the brink of questioning, and all he's
looking for is a little bit of sympathy."
It was getting late, and the three were getting nowhere. Ryan clearly
wasn't moving, trying to stall the time he had. The second man wasn't
letting his guard down either, pouring his heart out every chance he got.
And Marissa, useless in this situation, stood quietly in the corner. Ryan
was no lying on the sofa, as their guest sat on a chair, staring at the
photos on the mantel.
"You hear that? It sounds like... sirens?!" Marissa moved closer to the
door to confirm it, and then Ryan looked out of the window.
"Well, it's now or never, Ryan. You have to make a choice. What'll it be?
Your love or your life?"
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"So dad, anything new?" Marissa opened the door with her arm around Ryan,
then flipped the swtich for the lights.
"Dad's not here," a third voice said.
As the man spoke, Marissa threw her hands in the air, throwing her coat in
the process. Ryan went to walk over to him.
"What the hell are you doing here! You know how this turns out, I kick your
ass and you leave!"
"I think you might want to reconsider doing that."
"Why would give you the priviledge of being around Marissa?"
"Because right now, the police are looking around your poolhouse. Looking
for drugs." He looked up and smirked at Ryan. "I don't know if they'll find
any, but I'm pretty sure they will." Just then, Ryan's cellphone went off.
He dug into his pocket and pulled it out. It was Seth, and he flipped the
top of the phone to answer it.
"Dude, something is up. There's like 3 cop cars outside the house, they
said they are looking for drugs! Now me, being the smart guy I am, know
that you don't do them. So, what the hell is going on? Hello? C'mon, this
is serious..." Seth's voice trailed off as Ryan took the phone away from
his ear, then grabbed his head with both of his hands, with the cell still
in possession.
"Is that Seth? I haven't spoke to him in a long time. May I?" The man
reached out for the phone, but before he could get it, Ryan flipped the lid
and cut off the call. "Now why'd you have to do something like that?"
"Why are you doing this?" Marissa ran over to Ryan and wrapped her arms
around him, then scowled at the guest.
"Because I love you. I can't help it, and every day in that freak's home I
spent it dreaming of you. Us together again. You remember how good it was,
just us alone. No Seth, no Summer, no Luke or Anna or any other nobodies
who distract us! And especially none of him!" And he pointed to Ryan,
fixing his eyes on him in the process. Ryan couldn't take anymore. He
pounced on the stranger, and struck him twice in the face. He swung back
for another hit, but Marissa held his arm.
"No. It's what he wants you to do."
"Well what does it matter? The cops are at the house, and knowing this guy,
they will find something! I'll end up back in Juvey, and we'll be apart! It
doesn't matter if I hit him, and it just makes me fell a hell of a lot
better!"
"But it will make things worse. You'll have assault on your record as
well!" Marissa turned to the third person. "I told you I don't want you,
why do you keep doing this?"
"Because you're so blinded by his cheap love, you can't realise who you are
supposed to be with! Me!" He started waving his arms, and smashed a vase by
accident. Marissa jumped and hid behind Ryan, who was ready for more
action. "The police will find something. They will hunt you down, Ryan. And
you'll go back to the pathetic life you used to have, the life you deserve!
And me and Marissa will live happily ever after! Now, I'm no genius, but
they will end up looking for you. And the first place they'll look is where
Marissa is. So if I were you, I'd run. Far, far away."
Ryan thought about it for a second. The next decision he makes could be his
last, and for what? A girl? He was right. This guy was messed up! He didn't
just fall in love with a girl, then pull a crazy stunt to win their
attention, which then backfires and leaves him in the blue. No, he wanted
to take his obsession further. It was almost like a high for the stalker.
He loved the sense of fear, the sense of danger, the sense of competition.
And he loved girls. All girls. All the girls who wouldn't talk to him,
every one. That's the reason he started this little game. And Marissa was
just another pawn in his next move.
After Ryan walked up and down the room, considering what to do, he dropped
the phone. Ryan walked into the face of their guest, and raised his hand
once more.
"I know you're game, and you haven't beat me yet. You think another
obstacle like this will distract me? You obviously don't know me very well
then, do you?"
"You're right, Ryan. I don't know you very well. But do I need to? It seems
that, in the prediciment you are in, that I am on top. Awww, you look
angry. You look mad. You look God damn pissed off!" And then he got up, and
smacked his face twice, then ran them down his face. "What? Am I bothering
you? Am I making you feel fricking uncomfortable!" He freaked out, and
smashed his hand against the wall, cracking it slightly. Then he just sat
down and rested his head on his hands, with his elbows on the armchair.
"Well? Am I? Because that's how I felt. Nine months. Nine months in that
hellhole!"
"Yeah, well you deserved it," Ryan replied, which seemed to anger the man.
He got up out of his chair, and this time, he got in Ryan's face. A whole
new side of his was being shown tonight, and this side wasn't any better
than his last. In fact, it was much worse for the potential couple. "After
slitting you wrists, trying to score some coke and putting a gun to your
head, did you actually think it was gonna blow over? Did you actually think
that anyone would trust you on your own?"
"Of course I didn't. I knew what I was getting myself into. Nothing is free
here, everything has consequences. Like tonight. You two on your little
date with the odd couple at the pier?" Marissa and Ryan looked blank at the
third person. "Yeah, you didn't think I knew about that? Everytime you held
her hand, everytime you stuck your vile tongue down her throat, you made
them suffer. You're friends are falling apart because you two are together.
You have to stop it, before someone really gets hurt. Don't you see? I
cannot leave her alone. I cannot let her fall into your sick little trap
and let her be punished for something she doesn't deserve. Yes, I knew that
if I wanted her that bad, then I'd have to pay. I just didn't realize how
hard it was going to be! You lay in that bed for the day, thinking about
where you went wrong. You try to figure out your life, and what happened.
And then the next day, you do it all over again. You spend your entire life
wondering about the possibilties, if it happened another way. You begin
dreaming about what could've gone down, all the things that never
happened." Ryan looked up at him, and began laughing.
"Touching, isn't it? He snaps at the brink of questioning, and all he's
looking for is a little bit of sympathy."
It was getting late, and the three were getting nowhere. Ryan clearly
wasn't moving, trying to stall the time he had. The second man wasn't
letting his guard down either, pouring his heart out every chance he got.
And Marissa, useless in this situation, stood quietly in the corner. Ryan
was no lying on the sofa, as their guest sat on a chair, staring at the
photos on the mantel.
"You hear that? It sounds like... sirens?!" Marissa moved closer to the
door to confirm it, and then Ryan looked out of the window.
"Well, it's now or never, Ryan. You have to make a choice. What'll it be?
Your love or your life?"