True Love
Rewritten! Sort of… Corrected… a little bit… but this time… with a little bit of more time put in it… Hopefully… There will be some changes… but not that many in the chapters already posted… Thankfully… Ok, I guess I'll see you guys around! Oh yeah, and it really isn't following what is currently happening on the show like Marissa's bisexual thing of whatever… it is basically all from the first season.
Summary: Ryan is 25 now, he is a famous architect that lives in New York, but occasionally works in New Port. Marissa is engaged to someone (Dan) and Ryan has decided to win her back. Unfortunately, (for Marissa) he falls in love with someone else. (True love people! True Love!)
I know in the show it is all about Ryan and Marissa, but this is sort of an alternate universe in my weirdly genius mind. Hee. I'm not telling you who he falls in love with though for you may judge too quickly.
Disclaimer: I absolutely do NOT own The O.C.
Let's start!
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It was a hot summer day in New Port, the ride from Chino had been exhausting not because of the heat but because of the news. Theresa was now living happily married with Ramiro and her daughter; she had told me that her child was not mine, a long time ago; she told me that it was someone else's. I didn't believe her of course, the little girl, Maria, a very energetic and cute kid, was my child. Maria would call me "uncle", even though I was actually "daddy" and she would call Theresa "mommy" and Ramiro "daddy." I wouldn't say anything though, I would not dare. I firmly believed that even though I was Maria's biological father, I was not the one that raised her and stayed by her side. Ramiro had done that, he took the job of a real father. There was no reason to distrust him for he had proven his worth. So, I stayed for a few hours, ate lunch with them, said my goodbyes and left.
Before I left though, Theresa let a huge bomb drop.
"So, you're going to New Port, huh?" she said
"Yeah, to say hi to everyone."
"Are you okay?" That was out of the blue, I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Okay? Yeah, I'm fine, why'd you ask?"
"Cuz' of Marissa's engagement." 'What?' I thought. Seth on our last conversation had mentioned something along those lines, but it was quick, I figured he was joking so didn't really take him seriously. Marissa and I were always meant to be together. Marriage with someone else was impossible, out of the question.
"You're joking right? Oh I know, Seth called you and told you to say that to me" Pure anxiety filled me. 'Let it be a joke. Let it be a joke' I thought.
"What?" I could tell she was confused "No, it's not a joke, she's getting married…She hasn't said anything to you, has she?" No. She hadn't. I was torn apart.
After the bomb was dropped, I left Theresa's; 'now,' I thought 'it was even more necessary for me to visit New Port.' I could not let Marissa marry anybody else; we were meant to be together. I loved Marissa and I knew that she loved me. No one was going to get in the way of true love, of my true love.
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This is someone else's P.O.V. (I'm not revealing her identity just yet though)
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'It's funny how life works. I have everything I might want at my fingertips, food, clothes, make-up, cars, anything. Anything except what I need the most. He rapes me, hits me, and abuses me in so many ways. The worst part is everybody knows, but no one will do anything about it. They all hate me; it is so obvious it sickens me. But it's alright, I hate them too. They are all happy and…and…together…they love each other so damn much. Well…screw them! Who needs them, right? I don't. I don't.'
As tears find their way out of my eyes, I sit naked and hurt in my bathroom floor. Finally, I hear the door close and I think. 'He has left the house. Finally. He won't be back for at least a week or two. Every single time his rage escapes I become the victim, the helpless victim. I and a few others that decided to trust him. Idiots. We are a bunch of idiots.'
A small moan escapes my lips and I think: 'It hurts. It hurts too much. My wounds hurt, not only the physical ones, but the inner ones too. I wish. I wish there was someone to heal them. I can't stand it anymore. I want to die. Damn it! I hate being so weak.'
A sour smile plays across my lips. Reality always hits you when you're at your weakest. 'No one will come. No one will help me.'
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So? What'd ya think? Review even if they are flames! Ryan sounds a bit out of character in this chapter at the end because, well, because he feels treathened by the new guy, he'll be a little out of character from how we are used to him in the show. Remember he IS 25 now. He is not a little kid anymore! Review! Review!
Ale