Disclaimer- I feel witty, oh so witty...no, actually, I don't and I don't own the OC either, or Anger Management for that matter.
A/N- Thanks for all the reviews, and I hope you like this chapter. And as much as I love RM, I tired to make Marissa act realistic, as well as Ryan considering the situation.
On with the story...
Ryan parked his car in the spacious driveway, and saw Theresa's car parked there as well. He hoped she was still asleep as he entered the house quietly and saw no one in sight. He decided to go into the living room, but it was being occupied by Theresa who was sitting on the couch sternly, her arms crossed and a look that could kill.
"Home so soon?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yeah."
"Where were you?"
Ryan looked around uncomfortably and answered as vague as possible. "Out."
"That helps a lot," she hissed.
Ryan scratched the back of his head, bringing up his jacket in the process, showing the rip Marissa had made. Theresa noticed, but didn't say anything about it and watched as Ryan sat down next to her. She looked at him expectantly. "Sit down," he said, pointing to the spot next to him.
Theresa eyed him suspiciously, but sat down anyways and waited for him to speak. "I know we've been talking about this for a while, so I think that's why we should do what we talked about and..."
Theresa got up and started to walk away, but Ryan got up and turned her around. "Stop walking away!" he yelled.
"Don't think you know me!" she yelled back.
"I don't know you...you've changed, and I've changed, so that's why I think we should get a divorce." She was taken aback by his comment and glared daggers at him. "Why now?"
"You know it's not now, I've wanted to do this for a long time, but something's always happens, so I think now is for the better," he stated.
Theresa sniffed, "Is there another woman?"
"Theresa..." Ryan protested.
"Answer me!" she demanded. "Is there?!"
Ryan looked down. Anger built up in her and she slapped him across the face. "You son of a bitch!" she screamed.
Ryan looked her in the eyes, "I know I deserve that."
"Damn right you do! I can't believe this! How long has it been going on?"
"It happened last night, the only night, I swear." He said quietly.
Theresa looked at him, "I shouldn't believe you...but I do," she said truthfully.
"I love you," Ryan said truthfully and he saw the hopeful look on Theresa's face. He took her arm and sat her down next to him, "But not like I should."
"As a friend?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"And I know you do too."
"Get out!" she screamed, her finger pointing towards the door. "Get out!" she demanded again. Ryan sighed deeply and started to walk reluctantly into their bedroom and started packing things in a duffle bag and looked over at Theresa standing in the doorway, her arms still crossed. "I can't believe this," she told him.
Ryan was really starting to get fed up with her comments, and he paced around the room, taking his duffle bag and madly stuffing his belongings in it.
"Do you regret it?" she asked. Ryan stopped dead in his tracks, and looked at her.
"No," he said sternly.
Theresa snorted, "That's what I figured."
"You know what Theresa? You're not exactly that innocent in all this either."
"Why? Because I didn't put out like I used to?"
"No! Because...a relationship is not based on sex, okay, and our friendship was based on sex...years ago, when we were 16 and now..."
"And now what?"
"And now, it's only based on Madison."
"So all these years, they've been a lie, huh?" she asked.
Ryan gave a look that said it all. He zipped up his duffle bag and picked up his briefcase and walked up to Theresa, who wouldn't let him go past her. She finally uncrossed her arms and tried to cup his face and kiss him; but he just turned away, and backed up.
"Don't do this," he pleaded.
"Do what?"
"Don't...do what your doing, because than you're just gonna say something that you regret," he told her.
"You think you know me so well, huh?"
"I used to," he stated lamely.
"That's right, used to! Now, we hate each other..."
"I don't hate you." Ryan protested.
"Than why would you do this? What in your right mind caused you to do this?"
"I told you! It was unexpected!"
"Yeah, right, bet you planned this for weeks!" She spat out.
Ryan was really starting to get angered, "And why would I do that? To ruin our family?"
Theresa put her hands on her hips, "I don't know why, but I hope you and that hoochie are happy, she's gonna need it if she wants to be with you," she said in a mocking tone.
He looked her sternly in the eyes, almost scaring her, "Don't talk about her like that, she's not like that, I love her."
Theresa waved her hands in the air. "Well I'm sorry, but how could you possibly love her? The only person you've loved is..." she gasped and felt her eyes well up, catching on to who it was. "You picked her over me?" she asked.
"It's not a matter of picking," he told her.
"She always wins."
"What am I? Some sort of trophy?"
"No, you're a human being," she retorted, "and that's why I love you, that's why Maddy loves you."
Ryan turned around. "Theresa, Maddy is the most important thing on this world to me, understand?"
"Yeah right, that's why you're leaving us."
"I'm not leaving you!" Ryan yelled as he walked into the kitchen.
"Than where are you going?"
"Is that what you think, that the only reason I'm doing this is because you think I want to screw around with Marissa. Is that what you think?"
"Why are you doing this?" Theresa asked, hurt, "I can't be..."
"Alone?" Ryan finished for her.
"You know me Ryan, I want someone in my life, but I would never stoop to your level."
Ryan sat down one of his duffle bags on a barstool and put his hands on the counter, forcing his weight on his knuckles; making them turn white. "Theresa...flashback 8 years, when we were together, you always wanted more, so you got more, you hurt my feelings."
"Way to hold that grudge against me," she said nonchantaly, "so this is how you pay me back; from when we were teenagers."
Ryan laughed. "Yeah, Theresa, that's it, because you cheated on me when were 15, so now, I cheat on you. Makes perfect sense, right?" he said sarcastically. Theresa crossed her arms and looked around the house; which Ryan noticed.
"I'm going to support you and Maddy, don't think about that," he told her as he started to sift through the papers in his briefcase.
"Whatever," she said annoyed. "I'll be back tomorrow," Ryan told her. Theresa looked at him, "Don't worry, I won't change locks so you can get the rest of your stuff." He handed her some papers as she looked at them. She laughed and took the pen violently from his hands and signed it. "Can't believe you, piece of scum," she muttered under her breath as she followed Ryan to Maddy's room.
Ryan bent down over her bed and brushed a few curls from her face. "Mads, I love you, Daddy will be back soon," he whispered.
"Daddy?" she asked sleepily.
"Shh, just go back to sleep...ok." Maddy nodded her head slowly and went back to sleep as Ryan kissed the top of her head.
Theresa watched with admiration as Ryan treated her as she was his own, although that's what he thought.
She felt tears coming out and left the room, walking over to the door, where Ryan hesitantly joined her. "Don't worry, I don't have any sharp objects," she told him.
Ryan moved a little closer to the door and she moved away. "I still can't believe you," she stated as her voice rose.
He nodded his head once and left.
Theresa sobbed and sprawled back on the couch. "But like you said, it's not entirely your fault," she whispered to herself.
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Marissa heard the door knock and she instantly got upto answerit. There stood Ryan; two duffle bags on each shoulder, a small smile on his face, and the same suit from yesterday, also carrying a small take out box in front of him. She hugged him right away. He returned the hug and moved them inside the hotel room.
She laughed slightly at all the boxes of take out that were already spread on the bed, "Thought you'd be hungry."
"Thanks." He whispered as they shifted uneasily and looked at each awkwardly.
A/N-I was going to stop a lot later on, but I felt this was the right to stop. Oh, and Theresa's not exactly innocent in this either, so kind of let you hanging you there. R&R, thanks! And boy I got Ryan to yell a lot. Haa. Kind of uneventful, but next chapter...more truths!