He wouldn't stop. No matter how hard she tried to get him off. He wouldn't, he would shove her more onto the desk. Sandy's desk. No matter how much she cried and whimpered. He wouldn't, he would instead become more forceful. She finally came to grips with her fate. The foreign body continued to force itself onto her. He hadn't gone too far. Yet. She told herself, sending a cascade of tears down her face. His unfamiliar hands roaming over her body. His alien mouth over her body. His unknown tongue in her mouth. She tried so hard. She scratched at him, tried to punch him, and pushed him away as hard as she could. Her arm was still healing though and whenever she exerted to much force, pain shot threw her arm. Same went for her legs especially because of the position Matt had forced them into. She couldn't scream either but she tried at every chance she got. When his mouth left hers, she would yell as loud as she could but it came out a squeaky whisper every time. Tears were continually running down her face. She said Stop more times than she could count, along with Please and why. It didn't stop him though. Nothing did.

She kept looking to the door. Hoping for someone, anyone. To save her. Matt slid her off the desk and held her wrists forcing her close to him as his mouth resumed touching any part he could come in contact with. He turned and pinned her against the desk with his body. His hands went up her shirt again. She wished she wasn't so darn weak. She thought she heard someone come in but shook her head refusing to get her hopes up and look. She knew no one was coming. No one would think to come.

Sandy walked nonchalantly up the three steps, coming towards his office. He hoped Kirsten was done with the papers she just had to finish. Sandy was getting hungry and somehow, even with his usual lack of speech, Sandy could tell Ryan was too. He could hear motion from the office and assumed it was her.

"Kirsten. Seth called. He's at Summer's, so me and Ryan came to..." He stopped short as he rounded the corner and saw the sight for the first time. He saw his wife, his darling wife, his precious wife, with some man's hands up her shirt, touching where only Sandy was allowed to touch. He couldn't tell who though, as the mystery man's back was to Sandy.

She figured she was hearing things. But she looked up anyway up and she locked eyes with her husband. Her eyes looked pitifully into his. As soon as gratitude swept over her, it was soon replaced with dread. Sure, she was saved but she knew Sandy's protective personality was about to come out. Swinging, as it were.

Matt heard the voice and swung his head up. Crap! His head yelled. Run! was his first thought. There's no where to go. He's blocking the way out. He pulled away from Kirsten and started to stammer. Sandy couldn't believe it. He didn't want to. He stood there, staring at him, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted together. He touched her. He kissed her. He hurt her. He made her cry. Sandy's mind kept repeating. Sandy hadn't realized but he was getting closer to Matt. As he was about to pass Kirsten in his advance, she spoke up and grabbed him arm.

"Please don't." She said softly. He looked straight into her eyes, brought his hand to her cheek, and wiped a tear away. He then bypassed Kirsten and closed the space on Matt slowly. His mind had come up with a plan, as soon as Sandy saw the scene. When he said that he and Ryan had a lot in common, he wasn't kidding and he had formulated a "Ryan plan." Sandy looked dead ahead at him.

"Why?" Sandy asked, his voice hiding his emotions well. "Why?" He growled the second time when he didn't get an answer.

"Just look at her." Matt defended. Sandy scrunched his eyebrows slightly, confused by Matt's defense. "She's so beautiful."

"So you hurt her?" Sandy yelled, causing Kirsten to jump and whimper out of her own control.

"I didn't mean..." Matt didn't get to finish. Sandy had grabbed the collar of Matt's shirt and shoved him against the desk. He pushed him onto the top of it and punched him in the face. A sickening noise echoed through the room as Matt's head met with both Sandy's fist and the desk. Sandy slid Matt's body across the desk, knocking a pen cup, papers, and a filing rack to the floor. He fell with Matt on the floor among the pens and began punching his face again. Sandy grabbed Matt's hair and held his head up as his fist made contact with it. Sandy didn't realize that his own tears were mixing with Matt's blood. He cried because she cried. She was made to cry and now someone had to pay. Matt scrambled under Sandy trying to do some damage, however his attempts were futile.

Hearing the ruckus, Ryan sprinted in. "What the…" He started as he saw the scuffle on the floor. He then saw Kirsten huddled on the couch, crying. He shot over to her. He started to ask questions but she was too much in shock to answer. He wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to calm her. Ryan was too confused to do anything. Why was Sandy punching Matt? Sandy was always so peaceful. Ryan hit himself mentally. He had been out of Chino for too long. Of course, he knew what Matt had done. Sandy was furious and Kirsten was crying, which means pretty much one thing. Matt did something to Kirsten. Suddenly she spoke up.

"You have to get Sandy off of him." She squeaked. For the second time, Ryan hit himself mentally. He quickly went to Sandy and started tugging at him to get him off of Matt.

"C'mon Sandy." He said. However, Sandy was too strong and too angry for Ryan to have much success. Matt was still scrambling under him. His face was covered in blood now. His arms were floundering around reaching for something to help him. His hand came in contact with something. A letter opener. Matt realized it was his life or Sandy's.

Sandy's mind was racing. How could Matt do this? Why would anyone hurt her? Sandy's fists kept flying. He could hear Kirsten crying and feel Ryan tugging on him. However, nothing but teaching Matt a lesson mattered to him. That's when he felt it.

Ryan kept pulling at Sandy trying to stop him. Suddenly, Sandy flinched then stopped. He didn't get up; he just quit moving. It was like he was trying to figure something out. Matt wasn't moving either. It was like time had stopped. Kirsten noticed it too. All of a sudden, Matt moved swiftly; neither Kirsten nor Ryan knew what he was doing. As Matt moved, Sandy flinched again.

"Sandy?" Kirsten questioned quietly.

Sandy rolled over and lay on his back. Matt scurried onto his feet and backed up until he hit the wall where he slid down to sit. He still held the letter opener. He tossed it onto the floor and the blood on it splattered onto the floor. He couldn't believe he just did that.

As soon as Sandy rolled, Ryan saw it. He couldn't believe it. He heard the letter opener hit the floor and looked over at it. His stomach flipped. Had his worst fear just happened?

Kirsten almost screamed when she saw it. She wanted to scream but if she opened her mouth she thought she might throw up. She threw a hand over her mouth. Tears fell down her face. Both she and Ryan stared at Sandy. He had a gaping hole right under his rib cage. Kirsten ran over to him and kneeled down beside him. He was still conscious. Ryan stood there in shock. This couldn't be happening. Not in Newport. Sure in Chino. Heck, everyday in Chino. But not here, not to them. He quickly got on his cell phone to call 911.

Have I told you how good it feels to be me,
when I'm in you?
I can only stay clean
when you are around.
Don't let me fall.

"Sandy? Honey?" She questioned.

"Hey." He whispered as he held her hand. "Where's Ryan?"

"Hey Sandy." Ryan piped up and came to kneel beside him.

"Ryan, I'm sorry to do this to you again. You've already lost too much. I'm sorry."

"Sandy, no." Kirsten shouted. "This isn't…" Sandy silenced her by squeezing her hand.

"Watch over our family for me, huh?" Sandy asked Ryan. Ryan just nodded his head. "Especially Kirsten. Please take care of her."

Ryan directed his focus toward her. She was silently crying and biting her lip. She closed her eyes and she was shaking her head.

If I close my eyes forever,
would it ease the pain?
Could I breathe again?

"I promise." Ryan said.

"I'm so proud of you Ryan. You've done real good with staying out of trouble. Keep that up. Only use it if you're protecting her. Keep 'em away from her." Sandy chuckled lightly. "I love you, Ryan. Go to college and make all your dreams come true."

Ryan gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. He nodded his head.

"Tell Seth. Tell him I love him. And I'm sorry. That I won't be there. Tell him to watch his mouth. You two stay close. You're brothers; have each others back. Take care of your mother. Tell him I'm so proud of him, even when he messes up. I'll be watching all of you."

Ryan thought he was going to be sick. This couldn't be happening. He had to move away. He had to get away from all the blood. The smell and the sight of it were getting to him.

Maybe I'm addicted,
I'm out of control,
but you're the drug
that keeps me from dying.

Kirsten was sitting to Sandy's side. She was quietly weeping and wasn't looking at her husband. Sandy's shaking hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to make eye contact with him. His thumb whipped away her tears.

"Hey. Hey. You'll be okay." He soothed.

"How, Sandy? How can I if you're not here?" She pleaded.

"C'mon you can find someone better." He smiled. She shook her head.

"I need you." She whimpered.

Maybe I'm a liar,
but all I really know is
you're the only reason I'm trying.

"You've made me the happiest man alive since the day I met you. You've given me everything I've ever wanted and more. Two good, for the most part," he smiled, "boys and the happiest years of my life. Thank you, baby."

"This can't be the end of this. What am I supposed to do without you here?"

"You'll be fine." He whispered. "There's people left to take care of you."

"Don't leave me." She said quietly. "Don't you leave me!" She was beginning to fall apart. She swayed toward falling on Sandy and he wrapped his arm around her. Her head rested on his chest as she cried hysterically. "Don't do this to me." She whispered.

I am wasted away,
I made a million mistakes.
Am I too late?

"Shh. You'll be okay." Sandy murmured as he stroked her blonde hair. Kirsten rose slightly. She left a small kiss on Sandy's lips.

"I love you." She sighed.

"I love you." He replied. She repeated it over and over to him as she ran her fingers through his hair and left kisses on his neck. She breathed in his scent, trying to soak him all in before he might be gone from her forever. Her tears fell freely. His arms tightened around her, forcing her to stop movement.

"I love you now and forever." He said softly into her ear.

"Ditto." She whimpered and kept her arms tight around him. He kept repeating "I love you" to her. It was becoming more and more faint. Her head shot up.

There is a storm in my head;
it rains on my bed
when you are not here.

"Sandy?" He just kept whispering "I love you" as if he couldn't hear anything. "Sandy!" His arms went limp around her. She threw her head into the crook of his neck and wailed. This couldn't be happening.

As she lay over Sandy, she began screaming at Matt. "You killed him, you bastard. You son of a.." She couldn't finish; she was crying to hard. She collapsed back over Sandy's limp body.

Matt pushed himself up the wall, while he listened to her scream and as he watched her crumble. He began to run out the door, in shock. As soon as he walked out the door, Ryan was right next to him face to face.

"You're taking away the only real father I have." Ryan snarled. He then punched Matt in the face as hard as he could. Matt fell backwards hitting his head again on the floor. He was out cold. Ryan went back into the office and tried his best to comfort Kirsten, while they waited what seemed like forever for an ambulance.

I'm not afraid of dying,
but I am afraid of losing you.

Addicted by Enrique Iglesias