Chapter 5: Dr Jekyll
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"Well? C'mon, I don't have all day!" He got up and started to make his way
towards Ryan. He took every step very slowly, hoping that by the nexy, Ryan
would be gone. And he walked until his feet were right next to his, and he
couldn't go no further. "Do I have to throw you out or what?"
"No," Ryan replied, plain and simple. He looked up at the mastermind, and
then got out of the chair.
"Ryan no! You don't have to..."
"Yes, I do. For you." He lent over to Marissa, and whispered in her ear,
"Don't worry, I'll be back." Ryan then backed away, and opened the front
door. "Don't do anything stupid."
"I think that's the best decision you've made all your life!" He looked up
at Ryan, and glared, forcing him away. Eventually, Ryan slammed the door
shut, so there were only 2 in the room.
"Well... we're alone. All alone..." he said as he got closer to Marissa on
the sofa. She pushed him away, but he kept fighting it, and always came out
better. "Why are you doing this? Why are you making it so hard to love
you!?"
"Because I don't love you. No matter what you want me to believe, I don't.
I can't after..."
"That was the old me. Trust me, please. I've changed." He put out his hand,
in hope that Marissa would take it. But she'd taken enough from him, and
shoved it away, then turned to face away from him. "
"No, no way! You expect everything to be alright after what happened?
You're sick! You're twisted and you need serious help!" Marissa paused a
bit after he sat back in his chair.
"Look, I've tried to fight it. I've tried to deny it too. But I can't. Our
chemistry is undeniable, Marissa."
"You don't understand, OK? I-do-not-love-you!" Marissa got out of the
chair, and grabbed her bag. But an arm took a grip on hers, and kept her on
the sofa.
"No, stay!"
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Ryan was already in the town centre. He'd ran for minutes, and thought he'd
got away with it. A crime which he never commited. And for what? A girl?
This kid was messed up, and needed to be put away for good!
"What is it about these kids, you know?" Ryan was around a corner, and
heard two police officers coming round to where he was. He jumped into some
bushes, and, in a sitting down position, backed away from the bush slowly.
"I mean, in a town like this where they have everything. What would make
them want to take them?"
"Maybe they're in it for the high, you know? The suspense of getting
caught?" Ryan could vaguly see the officers, and saw one look blankly at
the other. "OK, OK. Maybe they are taking it to prove to someone that they
are, you know, hardcore? Like a girl or something?" The two, after flashing
their lights around the area, and not catching Ryan out, walked on,
babbling about his alledged crime.
"I need help..."
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"Look, I really need to go..."
"Please! Stay. I need you here, Marissa." He still had a firm grip on her,
to keep her sat down and by his side.
"But what about my mom? My dad? What about when he gets home? And Ryan..."
"Don't say that name!?!"
"You're right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." But it was too late.
He got out of the chair, releasing his grip on Marissa.
"You know, you try and you try to make someone forget about their troubles.
But they keep running back!" He picked up a photo of Marissa and Ryan, with
his arm on her shoulder, then threw it at the wall. "You know? I'm trying
to protect you! How can you be so blind?"
"I can take care of..."
"No, no you can't. You've seen the unstable state Ryan is in! Can you
really trust him? What about the next fight, and the next?" He walked over
the the photo and picked it up. He then made his way back over to the sofa,
and put his hand on Marissa's shoulder, making her shiver slightly. "You
don't need to worry anymore. Everything is gonna be OK again." And with
that, he ripped the photo in two, and threw the half with Ryan on on the
fire.
"Look, if I'm... staying..." Just saying that made Marissa cringe. She
didn't really have a choice though. He clearly wasn't giving in. She just
had to face the facts. "Can I at least ring my mom?"
"It's alright, I'll do it for you," he replied, walking over to the phone.
He picked it up and dialled her home number which he got off the operator
before.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Hey, this is Summer's friend Danny. Marissa's here, she said that she's
gonna..."
"Mom! Please, it's..."
But it was too late. He hung up the phone, then disconnected it at the
wall. In fact, he pulled it out of the socket, damaging the wall and the
wires.
"That wasn't very nice, Marissa..."
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"Hello?"
"Sandy?"
"Ryan, what... you have some explaining..."
"Please, OK. I didn't do anything."
"So who did, Ryan? Did someone just plant coke all over your poolhouse, and
not anywhere in the house?" Sandy clearly didn't buy Ryan's cry for help,
but he wouldn't give in. For Marissa's sake, he had to get through to
Sandy.
"Trust me, it wasn't me. It was..."
"Well? Who, Ryan?"
"Oliver. We saw him earlier."
"Oh well this is great, isn't it?" Sandy paused for a while, and calmed
himself down. "When did this happen?"
"At Jimmy's house. Oliver broke in, and me and Marissa walked back there
and he was just there. He said that he planted it to get me out of the
picture."
"That sounds a bit extravegant to me, Ryan."
"I'm telling the truth! For all I know, he's still here with Marissa."
Sandy didn't reply after this for a moment, as he tried to figure
everything out. "Sandy?"
"Ryan, I honestly don't know what we can do. I mean, I know how unstable
Oliver is..."
"Well, call the police or something. When I was there, Oliver was going a
little crazy."
"You say that as if it's a rarity for him."
"He started throwing things against the wall and smashing plates."
"Look, OK. I'll ring the police, but I can't promise they'll do anything, I
mean they are looking for you right now." There was another pause, and the
phone started roughling around. "Ryan? Ryan, you there?"
"Ryan Atwood, you have the right to remain silent! Anything that you say will be used against you in court!"
"Hello? Ryan!"
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"Well? C'mon, I don't have all day!" He got up and started to make his way
towards Ryan. He took every step very slowly, hoping that by the nexy, Ryan
would be gone. And he walked until his feet were right next to his, and he
couldn't go no further. "Do I have to throw you out or what?"
"No," Ryan replied, plain and simple. He looked up at the mastermind, and
then got out of the chair.
"Ryan no! You don't have to..."
"Yes, I do. For you." He lent over to Marissa, and whispered in her ear,
"Don't worry, I'll be back." Ryan then backed away, and opened the front
door. "Don't do anything stupid."
"I think that's the best decision you've made all your life!" He looked up
at Ryan, and glared, forcing him away. Eventually, Ryan slammed the door
shut, so there were only 2 in the room.
"Well... we're alone. All alone..." he said as he got closer to Marissa on
the sofa. She pushed him away, but he kept fighting it, and always came out
better. "Why are you doing this? Why are you making it so hard to love
you!?"
"Because I don't love you. No matter what you want me to believe, I don't.
I can't after..."
"That was the old me. Trust me, please. I've changed." He put out his hand,
in hope that Marissa would take it. But she'd taken enough from him, and
shoved it away, then turned to face away from him. "
"No, no way! You expect everything to be alright after what happened?
You're sick! You're twisted and you need serious help!" Marissa paused a
bit after he sat back in his chair.
"Look, I've tried to fight it. I've tried to deny it too. But I can't. Our
chemistry is undeniable, Marissa."
"You don't understand, OK? I-do-not-love-you!" Marissa got out of the
chair, and grabbed her bag. But an arm took a grip on hers, and kept her on
the sofa.
"No, stay!"
- - - - - - - - - -
Ryan was already in the town centre. He'd ran for minutes, and thought he'd
got away with it. A crime which he never commited. And for what? A girl?
This kid was messed up, and needed to be put away for good!
"What is it about these kids, you know?" Ryan was around a corner, and
heard two police officers coming round to where he was. He jumped into some
bushes, and, in a sitting down position, backed away from the bush slowly.
"I mean, in a town like this where they have everything. What would make
them want to take them?"
"Maybe they're in it for the high, you know? The suspense of getting
caught?" Ryan could vaguly see the officers, and saw one look blankly at
the other. "OK, OK. Maybe they are taking it to prove to someone that they
are, you know, hardcore? Like a girl or something?" The two, after flashing
their lights around the area, and not catching Ryan out, walked on,
babbling about his alledged crime.
"I need help..."
- - - - - - - - - -
"Look, I really need to go..."
"Please! Stay. I need you here, Marissa." He still had a firm grip on her,
to keep her sat down and by his side.
"But what about my mom? My dad? What about when he gets home? And Ryan..."
"Don't say that name!?!"
"You're right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." But it was too late.
He got out of the chair, releasing his grip on Marissa.
"You know, you try and you try to make someone forget about their troubles.
But they keep running back!" He picked up a photo of Marissa and Ryan, with
his arm on her shoulder, then threw it at the wall. "You know? I'm trying
to protect you! How can you be so blind?"
"I can take care of..."
"No, no you can't. You've seen the unstable state Ryan is in! Can you
really trust him? What about the next fight, and the next?" He walked over
the the photo and picked it up. He then made his way back over to the sofa,
and put his hand on Marissa's shoulder, making her shiver slightly. "You
don't need to worry anymore. Everything is gonna be OK again." And with
that, he ripped the photo in two, and threw the half with Ryan on on the
fire.
"Look, if I'm... staying..." Just saying that made Marissa cringe. She
didn't really have a choice though. He clearly wasn't giving in. She just
had to face the facts. "Can I at least ring my mom?"
"It's alright, I'll do it for you," he replied, walking over to the phone.
He picked it up and dialled her home number which he got off the operator
before.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Hey, this is Summer's friend Danny. Marissa's here, she said that she's
gonna..."
"Mom! Please, it's..."
But it was too late. He hung up the phone, then disconnected it at the
wall. In fact, he pulled it out of the socket, damaging the wall and the
wires.
"That wasn't very nice, Marissa..."
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"Hello?"
"Sandy?"
"Ryan, what... you have some explaining..."
"Please, OK. I didn't do anything."
"So who did, Ryan? Did someone just plant coke all over your poolhouse, and
not anywhere in the house?" Sandy clearly didn't buy Ryan's cry for help,
but he wouldn't give in. For Marissa's sake, he had to get through to
Sandy.
"Trust me, it wasn't me. It was..."
"Well? Who, Ryan?"
"Oliver. We saw him earlier."
"Oh well this is great, isn't it?" Sandy paused for a while, and calmed
himself down. "When did this happen?"
"At Jimmy's house. Oliver broke in, and me and Marissa walked back there
and he was just there. He said that he planted it to get me out of the
picture."
"That sounds a bit extravegant to me, Ryan."
"I'm telling the truth! For all I know, he's still here with Marissa."
Sandy didn't reply after this for a moment, as he tried to figure
everything out. "Sandy?"
"Ryan, I honestly don't know what we can do. I mean, I know how unstable
Oliver is..."
"Well, call the police or something. When I was there, Oliver was going a
little crazy."
"You say that as if it's a rarity for him."
"He started throwing things against the wall and smashing plates."
"Look, OK. I'll ring the police, but I can't promise they'll do anything, I
mean they are looking for you right now." There was another pause, and the
phone started roughling around. "Ryan? Ryan, you there?"
"Ryan Atwood, you have the right to remain silent! Anything that you say will be used against you in court!"
"Hello? Ryan!"