Ryan got up and limped over to where Marissa was sitting with the gun pushed out of her hands. It had not gone through his brain yet that Marissa had shot his brother, Trey. Nor had Marissa processed that she had shot him. They stood by the doorway of his brother's apartment for a second just breathless. It was then that Seth and Summer rushed in the apartment. Neither of them saw what happened between Trey, Ryan, and Marissa. All they saw was Trey lying listless on the carpet with Ryan and Marissa in the corner. Everyone was silent, in a state of shock, for they all feared the worst - that Trey was dead.
"What happened here?" Summer asked. Although she was afraid to ask, afraid to know - she needed to know.
Marissa just shook her head and began to cry. It was then that she began to understand her actions, just and Summer and Seth were. She buried her face in her hands and cried. Seth and Summer looked to Ryan for conformation of what they thought to be true. He was grief stricken. Although he had come to his brother's apartment with the intention of ending this dispute for once and for all, he never thought it would end like this. Not in a million years.
Ryan looked at Seth and Summer and said, "Marissa - Marissa shot Trey."
The room was quiet once again, as Seth and Summer took in the information at hand. Marissa was still crying in the corner, and Ryan was still looking off into space. Seth took out his cell phone and began to slowly dial 9-1-1. He listened for someone to pick up.
"Newport Police Department, how can we help you?" the lady asked.
"Hello, there is an emergency at 19 Newport Ave. Apartment number 2," Seth answered.
"Is this a fire, police, or medical emergency?" the receptionist asked.
No, this isn't a fire emergency. Someone's been shot," Seth told the authorities. He then pressed the red button on his cell phone, and called his father.
"Dad, it's me," Seth said to his father, Sandy Cohen.
"Hey, what's up?" Sandy replied.
"Dad, Trey was shot. I think -," he paused for a second, and took a breath. "I think he might be dead."