Hope you like. I know I'm over doing Kirsten's reaction but that's beauty of fan fics. It doesn't have to be that realistic so just enjoy.

Chapter 5

Kirsten felt strong arms surround her and lift her onto the bed. She tried desperately to squirm away but she was still trying to wake up properly, "Get your fucking hands of me Sandy!" She yelled.

"Shhh it's okay it's me. Shhh." Kirsten heard a familiar voice soothe. She opened her eyes fully and stared up at her son's concerned expression, "Ryan?" She said incredulously, "What...?"

"I knew something was going on with you guys. Sandy was being too upbeat on the phone..." he paused and looked around the room, "Uh Kirsten? What the hell happened to my pool house?" Kirsten sat up suddenly and saw that the place was still trashed from her tantrum earlier, "I'm sorry Ryan I... I... I'll clean it up." She made to get up off the bed but Ryan pushed her back down, "It can wait. What's going on? How did you get that cut on your forehead?" He asked feeling the suspicion build inside him. "Ryan, It's not what you think... I crashed my car."

"So what's going on with you two then?" Kirsten looked down at her hands, "It's uh... something you should probably hear from Sandy." She said quietly. Ryan frowned, "But I asked you. I'd rather hear it from you. What's going on," he asked again. Kirsten could sense the panic in his voice, "He slept with Rachel." She said in a low tone. It was the first time she had said it out loud. Hearing herself say it made it seem more real. She had been living in a dream world for the past week. Walking around the manor in a daze. This made it all come rushing toward her. "He had an affair?" Ryan asked dumbfounded. Kirsten nodded and looked down again. She was surprised to find that Ryan had wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled him close to him. She felt the tears prickle at her eyes but this time it wasn't because of her husband. It was the pure joy of seeing her son in the flesh after months of quick phone calls to "check-in." Ryan pulled back from Kirsten and studied her face tiring to read her expression, "How you taking it?" he asked before glancing around the room again. Kirsten followed his gaze and when he looked at her again he saw her smiling, "Stupid question?" he asked and Kirsten nodded sadly. "How's Theresa?"

"She's fine but we can talk about that later... What about Seth?" Ryan asked.

"Still no word."

"I can go look for him," Ryan said determined.

"For what? So he can come home and witness his parent's marriage fall apart? No he's better off where he is and... you were better off in Chino. I don't want you here to see this."

"See what? What are you saying?" Kirsten looked down again but this time Ryan placed his finger under her chin and forced her gaze upon him. "I don't know." She answered softly.

"How could you do it Sandy?" Ryan asked sternly as his foster father sat behind his desk looking less than composed. He saw that his skin was a light shade of grey and his eyes had grown dark and hollow, "It was stupid. I know that. I just need to talk to her. She has to let me explain." He said as got up from his desk in a hurry but Ryan placed his hands on his shoulders and forced him back down, "You can't go see her now. Not like this. You're exhausted and she's still pretty pissed off." Sandy sat down again and sighed loudly, "What can I do?" Ryan remained silent as Sandy stared up at him pleadingly, "What can I do, Ryan?"

The next day Ryan sat in the kitchen waiting for either one of them to wake up and come in for breakfast, "She won't come in here anymore." Ryan turned and saw Sandy standing in the doorway looking somewhat better than he had last night. "Who?" He asked stupidly.

"Kirsten. She never comes in here until she knows I'm gone." Ryan poured the rest of his coffee down the drain before sitting back at the table, "You guys have to talk sometime."

"I know that. But you can't force it." Ryan frowned at Sandy before he continued to explain to his son, "Just something I've learned over the past few days." He smiled at Ryan who continued to stare at his hands, "Look Ryan I get it. You're pissed at me right? I don't blame you I'm pissed at me too." Sandy was interrupted by his cell phone vibrating on the table next to Ryan. Sandy lunged to answer it but Ryan was too quick. He glanced at called id before answering, "Yeah?"

Silence.

"Yeah he's a little busy with his wife right now." He said sternly stressing the word "wife."

Pause.

"Yeah I'll see he gets that message." Ryan flipped the phone closed and slammed it hard onto the counter, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO MAN?"

"Ryan let me explain." Sandy pleaded.

"What? So you're still seeing her? Is that it?"

"No I haven't seen her since..."

"Since you slept with her? Yeah sure so why does she keep calling you?"

"I don't answer when she calls. I promise." Sandy reached for the phone but Ryan swept it into his hands, "Yeah? Really? So I guess you won't mind me doing this?" He yelled before smashing the phone to the ground and watching it shatter into pieces. Ryan looked up at Sandy before marching across the broken cell and out to the pool house.

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