Chapter 11-
Marissa glanced into her mirror. She saw the door to her bedroom slam shut. "Huh?" she said. Marissa swung around from the vanity. "Who–"
There stood the boy with black hair–the one that had the gun–and now he had a gun also. He had a gun...a gun... "Hello, Marissa. From my understanding, you've been doing some very naughty things. Getting married, pregnant, and you forgot all about me!" He slammed his fist against the wall. "How dare you?"
"What? How did you get in? Where's my mother!"
"Probably rotting in Hell right about now."
"You killed her!" Marissa leapt to her feet. "Oh my God!" She began to cry. "But–why? Why?"
"It'll be okay, Marissa. You love me, I love you, we can be happy together."
"I don't even know you!" Marissa backed towards the wall, grabbing a thick metal finger nail filer. She held it in her hand where it was barely visible.
"What? You stupid whore! Don't say that!" He shot her in her right shoulder. "Don't say that! Don't say that!"
"You shot me," gaped Marissa, biting her lip. She was in so much pain. Would she die?
As if he had read her mind, he smiled and said, "You won't die. I didn't shoot your heart or anything. God." Oliver charged at her. He grabbed her around her waist and flung her over his shoulder. "C'mon Marissa. Our love for each other will last forever, however your friends will not."
"Yeah, dad, the thing is, me and Ryan want to get married to Summer and Marissa. See, I know that we are old enough to now, since we are both 18 and about to go off to college, and well, I think that its about time that we went off into the real world and..."
"Seth, stop blabbering," said Ryan. "What he's trying to say is, we love these girls very much, and it's about time we began our life together. We want your approval to be married."
"Wow," said Sandy, and glanced at Kirstin. "Wow. Big one. Okay...do you guys realized what this is all about–I know Ryan does...you know about responsibility and such...but you don't even know what college you're going to."
"Stanford," said Seth, slightly raising his hand. "And Ryan applied there too. Marissa and Summer are going there too, I think."
"We can make this work, Sandy," said Ryan. "I love Marissa–"
"And I love Summer, don't forget that," said Seth, matter-of-fact-like.
"We are ready for this," said Ryan. "The question is, are you?"
Sandy and Kirstin looked at each other, a bit in awe.
Oliver threw Marissa into the passenger's side of his car. He climbed in the driver's seat and pressed PLAY on the C.D. player. He sang the lyrics along with the C.D.
"Going to the chapel and we're (clap) gonna' get ma-ah-arried."
Summer glanced up at Seth and smiled. "So," she said, "how'd it go with your parents?"
"They're a little freaked out...or you can say a lot freaked out, but I think that even though they really don't want us to get married, they're okay with it in the end."
Summer nodded. "So now it's time to face my dad...and the stepmonster."
Ryan stood at the door of the Nichols Mansion, where Marissa lived with her mom. He rang the door, a bouquet of flowers in one hand, a diamond ring in the pocket of his shirt. He didn't see the BMW backing out of the driveway and driving off down the street. Therefore, he stood there ten minutes waiting for someone to come to the door. Finally, after fifteen minutes, he checked the door and found it was unlocked. Ryan slipped inside and looked around. Everything looked fine in the foyer, but when he reached the parlor, Ryan found an overturned chair and a broken lamp. He leaned over to pick up the red velvet sitting chair and then saw something behind a loveseat. It was a large lump that appeared to possibly be dirty clothes, or even a blanket bundled in a heap. He walked over to the heap and saw that it was neither the former or the latter.
The lump in the floor was Marissa's mom, Julie Cooper.
