Marissa stayed in her room for the rest of the day. All she wanted to do was hide from the world, and pretend that whatever had happened the night before never happened at all. She hugged her purple Care Bear with all her might and stared at the ceiling continuously, having not moved for the entire day.
While she was laid on her bed she thought about things. Ryan being the thing. Marissa was afraid that he would never forgive her for what she did - that he would never understand, because Trey was his brother. She had been thinking about that one topic the entire day. She glanced at her clock, which read 6:19 P.M. "Wow," she thought to herself, "I've been here awhile."
Knock... knock... knock... "Hey, kiddo, it's me. Can I come in?" Jimmy asked. Marissa did not respond to her father, so he went into her room, and sat on her bed.
"You know, sweetie, you can just say you're sorry. It might let Ryan know how you feel... look, I know that this is not the easiest thing to deal with, but there has to be a start somewhere, don't you think? Ryan is probably just as upset as you are, and is trying to find some closure, as well." Jimmy explained. He sighed, for he knew that Marissa would not respond to him. She was too upset to respond.
"Listen, kiddo, if you want some dinner, your mother and I will be downstairs eating in the kitchen, okay?" Jimmy told her. He patted her leg, and went downstairs to where he and Julie were eating dinner.
She had made some spaghetti, which they were eating in the kitchen. She sat down at her seat, and Jimmy sat down in his, and they began to eat their dinner together silently - without Marissa. No one made an attempt to talk. Both of them had just about cleared their plates when Marissa came downstairs. It looked as if she had been crying. She was holding her Care Bear in one hand, and the railing in the other.
She looked at her parents blankly and said, "Take me to Ryan."