"Ryan. Stop looking so glum." Teressa said annoyed.

"I'm not. I'm just tried. After two shifts of working, I'm going to be a little tired."

"Don't snap at me." She yelled, standing up, straightening the cloth of her maternity outfit.

"I'm not. I'm sorry."

Life was getting harder by the second. Work, Teressa, the upcoming arrival of the baby. He just wanted to go back to Newport. To be with the Cohen's and Marissa. But he couldn't. Teressa needed him. The baby needed him. He couldn't walk away from a family that could be his.

"Teressa, when is your next appointment?"

"When the baby's born."

Ryan nodded his head remembering. Then, he got up from the chair he was sitting in, that was nearing falling apart.

"Do you need anything?"

"No. Why? Are you going out?"

"Yeah. I'm going to get some fresh air. Does that bother you?"

Teressa had been on Ryan's nerves the whole week and vice versa.

"No. I just thought you were tired."

"I am but I need a walk."

"Okay. Be careful."

Instead of walking, Ryan took the car. He couldn't take life anymore. He had to go somewhere. Anywhere.

He noticed a sign that said he was entering the city limits of Newport.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Marissa's house. All the lights were out.

'what the hell. no one's awake. They won't notice.'

He turned off the headlights to his car as he passed by her old house. It looked weird. Eerie, maybe. But strange none-the-less.

Her head was spinning. Where was she.

Marissa wiped the extra vodka off her chin. She went to the new club on Vista Lane. Beer, drugs, sex. Anything a person could want.

She noticed a flashing light in front of her but it quickly went out.

'ouch!' she hollered. She fell down 4 steps. The bottle in her hand shattered. The glass plummeting into her arms.

But she didn't feel the pain. Marissa was unconscious from all the cutting, drugs, and alcohol plus the hard drop.

Ryan heard a crash. Like a window smashing. He pulled his car over to the side.

He got out and searched around. He wasn't going to let anyone burglarize Marissa's house.

Ryan looked around in the dark until he came upon a dark shadow in the shape of a body laying on the ground. And he noticed blood, lots of it. And the smell of beer.

"Marissa?!!!" Ryan saw her favorite purse in the shadow. It was Marissa.

"Marissa!" She didn't move.

He gently lifted her into his hand without moving her bloody arms.

"Don't worry. Sandy can help you."

knock knock knock knock knock knock knock

Sandy stretched out in bed. It was too early. He reached over Kirsten and looked at his alarm clock. 3.53 AM

He got out of bed and headed towards the door. The banging continued loudly until he opening the door.

"Ryan!" He greeted. Then, he noticed what he had in his hands. A body of a girl.

"We need to call 911." Ryan exclaimed hurriedly.

"IS she all right?"

"I found her laying on the sidewalk with a broken bottle of vodka or something."

He laid her on the sofa.

"KIRSTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sandy yelled.

She came running out of her room.

"What?" She asked frightfully. She didn't notice the sofa but she need notice Ryan.

"Ryan! What are you doing here? Are you okay? Is Teressa and the baby okay?" She hugged him.

"Call 911 Kirsten."

"Why? What's the matter?"

"Marissa."

"What's wrong with Marissa?"

Sandy nodded his head towards the now extremely bloody couch.

"Oh my god. Is she okay?"

"Not unless you call the damn ambulance."

Kirsten ran over into the kitchen and dialed the number.

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you here Ryan?"

"I was taking a drive."

"All the way to Newport?"

"I guess my journey went a little longer."

"OKAY THEY'RE COMING!!" Kirsten called from the other room coming into where Ryan and Sandy was.

"Do you think it was the cutting?" Kirsten asked.

"Cutting? What cutting?" Ryan said alarmed.

"We found her extremeyly drunk two days ago in the middle of the road talking to herself. Kirsten changed her clothes while she was unconscious and found all the places where she cut herself."

"She didn't have them when I was with her."

Sandy and Kirsten remained silent until the sound the sirens blasted into the quiet house.

To be Continued.