Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has anything to do with OC. unless it is this plot and Shayla and Clayton. Um…yeah that's it. Thanks for reading!
A/N: Sorry if this gets really dramatic. I was watching Gone With the Wind (which I also don't own) while I typed this.
Seth sat in the kitchen in front of the cordless phone. Kirsten would have forced him to go to school, but she couldn't move herself. Nobody could. Marissa was still there and she stood near the coffee maker, occasionally pouring herself a cup. When the pot was empty, she made another. She had made at least ten since they had come back from the hospital. Then, after waiting for hours, the phone rang.
"Hello?" answered Seth after half of a ring.
"Seth, how are you?" It was Ryan's voice. He seemed tired and completely delirious.
"Don't even joke like that. Is she alright?" Seth felt all of his worry flood over him and he was overwhelmed.
"She's going to be okay." Ryan's voice was relieved. It calmed Seth's nerves and he could laugh again.
"So when will you be coming home?" Seth said smiling. The rest of the people in the room gave a huge sigh of relief.
"Today, but not until late. They have to make sure she's stable and everything. They also want to get psychoanalysis on her. Then we have to get her a therapist. So I need to speak to Sandy."
Seth handed the phone to his father, who had a smile on his face. "Yes Ryan?"
"Sandy, do you know any therapists? Shayla needs one and I have to have one set up for her before we can leave." Ryan couldn't smile. He was grateful that his sister was alive, but he still didn't understand why she would want to do that to herself.
" I don't, but I think Marissa does. Hold on just a second." Sandy pulled the phone away from his mouth and covered it with his hand. "Marissa, do you still have you therapists number?"
Marissa nodded. So Sandy gave her the phone. "Hey Ryan…Yeah…No problem…Um…his number is 555…7947…No, it's not a problem…Tell her I hope she feels better…Okay, bye."
Marissa hung up the phone, as did Ryan. Ryan looked around the hospital's waiting room. He felt like giving up, but he knew that he couldn't. He had to stay sane until Shayla was better. He just had to keep going. The room around him seemed to shake, but Ryan had to make it stand still. It's the only way he can keep his head. So he didn't concentrate on the room. Instead he went into Shayla's room. He put a fake smile on his face as he stepped into the room. Shayla was finally off of the machine and there weren't any tubes in her. The only sign that she was sick were the bandages. Those bandages would haunt Ryan for the rest of his life.
"Can we please leave Ryan? I'll be fine, I promise." Shayla sat watching Ryan pitifully.
"Unless you can tell me why you did it, then I would love to take you out of this hell hole." Ryan sat next her bed and reached out for her hand.
Shayla was quiet. Was she ready to tell him yet? She had to be. She had to tell him, he deserved to know. "Last week I was raped."
Ryan's expression went from kind and gentle to angry and violent. "Who was he?"
"I don't know. We were at a coffee shop and it was late so I asked him to walk me home and he pushed me into a closet at the apartment that I was living at and raped me. I can't remember all of the details, but I know what happened and I hated myself for it. When I was talking to Seth, I hated that I couldn't get closer to him. It was because of him. I'll never be the same because of him. I'll probably never love anyone completely because I'll be too afraid to get close to him. I really like Seth too. He was about to kiss me and I ran away. If it hadn't happened to me, I would have let him. I wouldn't be here and I would be happy. Why did this happen to me Ryan? Why can't I be normal again?"
Ryan couldn't believe his ears. How could this happen to his little sister? "Maybe there's a reason. You know how when Mom made us go to church every Sunday when she was dating that minister. Well they would always talk about God having a plan. Maybe this is a part of his plan. You never know."
"What about what I wanted? Now I'll never be able to do what I had planned. Is that what God wanted? If he loves us all why does he let this happen?" Shayla started to sit up. She was angry that Ryan had brought God into the conversation.
"You can't question it. You just have to take things that happen to you and try to deal with it the best way that you can. You'll never be able to know. Just try, please?"
Shayla watched him. Her anger and frustration melted away and she was left with fear. "I'm so sorry Ryan."
"It's going to be okay. Just please, tell me what you want to tell me when you want to tell me. Don't wait until it's too late." Ryan hugged his sister tightly and she hugged him back.
"I promise." This began the start of a new relationship between the two siblings.