A/N- Hello readers! Sorry I haven't written. It has come to my attention
that someone has plagiarized off of my work, under the pen name 'Kylie
Taylor.' (I'm sure she is reading this cause she just HAS to see what
happens!!!) Anyway, some of you have come across this story and have
realized that she copied. I just want you all to know that it is MY
writing, and she just used it without my permission. Thank you for your
support and the fact that you called it to her attention.
I received a review saying that I need more Seth and Summer. No offense to this reader, but this is a Ryan and Marissa story, not a Seth and Summer story, and if you want to read about them there are countless other stories to read. Once again, no offense.
This chapter is just a filler and frankly is kind of boring, but oh well.
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Ryan's blue eyes opened up wide. "Is there something wrong, officer?"
"Yes, but you aren't in trouble." Ryan let out a long sigh. He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath. "We have been informed that you know this Theresa (A/N- what is her last name?) And we just need to ask you a few things.
"Of course," he said without much enthusiasm. "Come on in." The men followed Ryan inside, sitting on various couches and chairs.
Marissa was sitting up. At the officers questioning look, she said "I'm Marissa Cooper, I was also involved in...um, this." They nodded, and one of them pulled out a notepad.
One rather round man spoke first. "Now Mr. Atwood, we understand that at one point you were dating Theresa. Is this correct?"
Ryan, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, answered "Um, ya, I mean yes."
The man with the notepad started writing. "I see, and would you say that she cared about you deeply?"
Ryan looked mortified. "I guess you could say that."
"Mmm hmm. And were you the one who called off the relationship?"
"Yes," he answered defiantly.
"I see, and was Theresa ever violent at any time that you knew her?"
"Well, she'd get into fistfights once in a while, but that's it."
"Did she ever hurt herself?"
"Not intentionally, as far as I know."
"Okay, and she was fully aware of your relationship with Ms. Cooper," he asked, nodding in Marissa's direction.
"Fully aware," Ryan repeated.
"Thank you, Ryan, you have been most helpful," he said with what Ryan was guessing he thought was a reassuring smile, but it looked more like a grimace. The man turned to Marissa. "Now, Ms. Cooper. Tell us exactly what happened today."
Marissa took a deep breath, and then began. "Well, I woke up and got dressed and all that stuff, and got in my jeep, planning on getting Ryan for school," she said with a questioning glance in Ryan's direction. He nodded reassuringly. "I put the key into the ignition and was about to start the car, and then Theresa came up from behind me and said 'Drive to my house, we need to talk,' or something along those lines. She climbed in the front seat and I drove to her house—"
"Now Marissa," the officer interrupted, "did she show any weapons or threaten you in any way?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. "But I was afraid she had something that she would pull out if I didn't cooperate."
"Understandable, please continue."
"So I was driving to her house, and she was just acting like she was driving to the mall with one of her friends. Like, she was playing with the radio and singing along and stuff," she said. "After a little while I reached what she said was her house. She got out and said 'Follow me,' so I did." After Marissa said this, she started to tear up slightly. "And then we walked inside and there was this guy..." but that was as far as she could get before breaking down. Ryan held her in his arms and tried to comfort her. The cops waited patiently.
After collecting herself, she took a deep breath and tried again. "So there was this guy that I didn't recognize but I guess she knew him," she wiped the stray tears from her cheeks. "And he threw me in the closet," she whispered, barely audible at the point. "And I think...."
"Yeeees?"
"And I think.....I think he raped her."
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A/N- DUN DUN DUN!!!! I told you it was boring! I just wanted to write and I needed to tell ya'll why the police were there. Anyway, PLEASE review. Remember, constructed criticism is always always welcome!
**Mrs. McKenzie**
I received a review saying that I need more Seth and Summer. No offense to this reader, but this is a Ryan and Marissa story, not a Seth and Summer story, and if you want to read about them there are countless other stories to read. Once again, no offense.
This chapter is just a filler and frankly is kind of boring, but oh well.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ryan's blue eyes opened up wide. "Is there something wrong, officer?"
"Yes, but you aren't in trouble." Ryan let out a long sigh. He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath. "We have been informed that you know this Theresa (A/N- what is her last name?) And we just need to ask you a few things.
"Of course," he said without much enthusiasm. "Come on in." The men followed Ryan inside, sitting on various couches and chairs.
Marissa was sitting up. At the officers questioning look, she said "I'm Marissa Cooper, I was also involved in...um, this." They nodded, and one of them pulled out a notepad.
One rather round man spoke first. "Now Mr. Atwood, we understand that at one point you were dating Theresa. Is this correct?"
Ryan, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, answered "Um, ya, I mean yes."
The man with the notepad started writing. "I see, and would you say that she cared about you deeply?"
Ryan looked mortified. "I guess you could say that."
"Mmm hmm. And were you the one who called off the relationship?"
"Yes," he answered defiantly.
"I see, and was Theresa ever violent at any time that you knew her?"
"Well, she'd get into fistfights once in a while, but that's it."
"Did she ever hurt herself?"
"Not intentionally, as far as I know."
"Okay, and she was fully aware of your relationship with Ms. Cooper," he asked, nodding in Marissa's direction.
"Fully aware," Ryan repeated.
"Thank you, Ryan, you have been most helpful," he said with what Ryan was guessing he thought was a reassuring smile, but it looked more like a grimace. The man turned to Marissa. "Now, Ms. Cooper. Tell us exactly what happened today."
Marissa took a deep breath, and then began. "Well, I woke up and got dressed and all that stuff, and got in my jeep, planning on getting Ryan for school," she said with a questioning glance in Ryan's direction. He nodded reassuringly. "I put the key into the ignition and was about to start the car, and then Theresa came up from behind me and said 'Drive to my house, we need to talk,' or something along those lines. She climbed in the front seat and I drove to her house—"
"Now Marissa," the officer interrupted, "did she show any weapons or threaten you in any way?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. "But I was afraid she had something that she would pull out if I didn't cooperate."
"Understandable, please continue."
"So I was driving to her house, and she was just acting like she was driving to the mall with one of her friends. Like, she was playing with the radio and singing along and stuff," she said. "After a little while I reached what she said was her house. She got out and said 'Follow me,' so I did." After Marissa said this, she started to tear up slightly. "And then we walked inside and there was this guy..." but that was as far as she could get before breaking down. Ryan held her in his arms and tried to comfort her. The cops waited patiently.
After collecting herself, she took a deep breath and tried again. "So there was this guy that I didn't recognize but I guess she knew him," she wiped the stray tears from her cheeks. "And he threw me in the closet," she whispered, barely audible at the point. "And I think...."
"Yeeees?"
"And I think.....I think he raped her."
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A/N- DUN DUN DUN!!!! I told you it was boring! I just wanted to write and I needed to tell ya'll why the police were there. Anyway, PLEASE review. Remember, constructed criticism is always always welcome!
**Mrs. McKenzie**