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Chapter 13 – Moving On From The Past

"So I guess we are done here then"

"Yes Mr. Atwood I believe we are"
"Please Ryan can't we just…"
"Shut up Marissa. Now with the divorce finished I hope I don't have to see you ever again"
"What about Trisha?"
"Trisha is my daughter, not yours. And I told her what you did and she doesn't want to see you anymore. So just leave me and my family alone"
He walked away from her and the lawyers. Outside he loosened his tie and got in to the car. He sighed. It was good to have it done but he felt lonelier then he had ever felt before. He started the car and drove away.

"So when can I move in? Tomorrow? Okay that sounds great. Thank you, goodbye!"

"Who was that?" His mother looked at him.

"I've bought an apartment. He said I could move in tomorrow."
"Are you moving out?"
"Who is moving out?" His father entered the kitchen.

"Seth is."

"What?"
"Hey what is all this about? Did you think I would live here forever? I thought you would be glad to have me out of the house finally"
"Yes we are… or I mean, not glad exactly. But you had to move out sometime, it's just… sudden."

"Yeah I know but they had an empty apartment so I thought I would take it when they had one. But it's only a few blocks away so don't worry about me"
His parents eyed each other and made two looks which Seth quickly translated.

"Hey I saw those looks. You don't think I will make it myself?"
"Of course we do"

"Good. Now I'm going to tell Summer" He walked towards the door. "And hey, if Ryan calls or anything, tell him to give me a call, so I can see how it went today."

A minute later he was in the car on his way to Summer.

"Daddy! You are home again"

"Hey baby! Did you make it all by yourself at home?"
"Yes. Don't be silly, I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm big" She stood on her toes to prove it.

"Geez have you got high heels one?" She giggled and he hugged her.

"Did you talk with Marissa?" He noticed she didn't call her mom anymore.

"Yes I did"
"Did you hit her?"
"What? Why do you think that?"
"Because she was bad at you and you can hit people when they are bad"
"Who taught you that?" She shrugged. "Well it's wrong. You can't go around and hit people. So don't you ever do that! Promise?"

"Okay I promise"
"Good. Now why don't you go and do some homework"
She ran up the stairs and in to her room. Thank god he had her. Otherwise he didn't know how he would make it past this.

Summer looked at him through the window when he put boxes with stuff in the car outside. He was even gorgeous when he did that. She was so lucky. And his new apartment was really nice. Pretty big and it was closer to her house than the Cohen residence. And now they didn't have to worry about his parents running in on them, or at least not as often. Because no one in the Cohen family believed in locks so the front door to his apartment would probably always be open. But the important thing was that she had him.

Seth walked in to the room. "You know that thing you are doing, you know nothing at all. It is really helping us a lot."
"Shut up Cohen I'm helping a lot"
"Yeah right why don't you take that little bag over there" He said and then he bent over to take a box. But he realized it was too heavy and stood up again. She walked over to the box and lifted it up.

"You saved that box for me? That was very kind of you, to save the light things for me"
"Seriously are you sure you aren't related to the Hulk?"
"No I just happen to do this thing called work out sometimes. You should try it"
"Very funny"
She walked out the room with the box and he soon followed her with a smaller box.

"So where is Chino?"
"I don't know. I've tried reaching him since yesterday but he doesn't take my calls. I guess he is upset about the divorce being ready. It must be hard"
"Yeah I guess, especially since he had to see Marissa again. God I can't believe her. I feel like I would like to hit her or something"
"Please don't. Go easy with the rage blackouts"

She punched him at the arm and almost dropped the box but he came to her rescue.

"Thank you!" She kissed him.

Ryan sat in the living room all alone. The lights were off and Trisha was at a friend's for the night. He took a sip from the vodka bottle in front of him. It had been a lot of alcohol the last couple of weeks. It numbed the pain. He knew he shouldn't do that but he couldn't help it. He needed something to help him, something to make him forget about her.

Seth and Summer stood looking in to the apartment. All the boxes were there. The big stuff like the TV and the bed was unpacked but all the other stuff was in the boxes. His parents came and stood behind them.

"You know son this looks like a pretty nice apartment. You will do well"
"Thanks dad!"
"Well we should be off now. I guess you two would like to… well I will not go so far to say anymore, but I guess you don't want us here"
"Thanks dad that wasn't wierd at all"
"Bye Sandy! Bye Kirsten!" Summer waved at them and when they were gone she turned to Seth. "You know I kind of know what he was talking about so why don't you get your butt inside your new apartment" She pushed him inside and closed the door. She laid herself above him in the bed and they started to kiss each other. The kisses began to be more and more passionate but suddenly Seth pulled away.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?"
"No Summer you were great it's just" She interrupted him.
"You don't want to do it with me?"
"Summer, can you let me finish?" He looked at her. "Good. I think Ryan really needs to talk to someone before he does something stupid. No one has seen or talked to him since he saw Marissa yesterday and finished the divorce. So I think maybe I should go and talk to him"
"Yeah you're right. He really needs you now. We can finish this some other time"
"Good. I'm glad you understand. I love you" He kissed her, grabbed a shirt and went out through the door.

About ten minutes later he stood pounding at Ryan's front door.
"Ryan! Open the door man! You can't sit in there alone forever" Finally he opened the door.
"Hey Seth! What do you want?" The alcohol smell was pretty strong.

"I came to talk to you about everything"
"Everything? Okay then you better come in because everything is a lot to talk about" Okay something was seriously wrong because Ryan just made a joke.

They sat in the living room and Seth turned some lights on. Ryan didn't look well.

"Okay Ryan spit it out. What is bugging you, I mean I know it's the divorce but you have to talk about it with someone so talk to me bro"

They sat in quiet for a while and then he started.

"You know I saw her yesterday and it reminded me of everything we had. All the fun we had, the wedding, all the good times with Trisha. But when all those things had flashed through my mind all I could see was her betraying me with that little prick to a yard guy. And I wanted to hurt her so bad but I couldn't because there were eyewitnesses and I had Trisha to come home to. But I hated her so much and now I don't know how I will ever get through this"
Seth looked at his brother. He had never seen him like this before. It was scary.

"Look Ryan, I can't even imagine how hard this is for you but she hurt you like no one has ever hurt you before and you deserve a whole lot better than that. I will take time but eventually you will get over her and find someone else. If you are lucky you will find your soul mate like I did"

Ryan both sighed.
"But you say it will take time. How long?"
"That is up to you. And when that time is going I would like it if you could meet some people and don't just sit here drinking and brooding even if you do it pretty well."
"Okay, you are right Seth. I will try to act normal"
"Good. Now can we talk about something more fun"
They sat talking and talking the whole night. They hadn't really had anytime to do that since Seth came back. There had been so much drama all the time. But of course it always was in Newport.

When Seth left Ryan felt a little better. I will just have to move on. He walked in and took up a picture of him and Marissa. He looked at it for a while and then tossed it in to the open fire. Goodbye Marissa. You are dead to me now and I'm going to move on from you.