"You are acting as if you are in love with her."
That simple statement rings in my ears. Right after Seth had said it I got up and walked back into the pool house. I need to decide right now, what I am going to do about her.
I lay back in my bed and just stare at the ceiling. I hear someone open the door and walk over to the side of the bed but I don't move.
"Ryan…"
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"SHE WHAT!"
"Honey lower your voice, the kids might hear you."
"Sandy, how is that possible? It's impossible."
"No, it's improbable. It is completely possible."
"Does anyone else know about this?"
"No…not yet."
"Ryan…are you awake?"
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I roll over and see that it's Seth.
"Yeah, I'm awake."
"I'm sorry man, its just been really weird around here lately."
"It's alright man, I know what you mean."
"Oh, Dad just got home and Donna is with him."
I twitch at her name and Seth gave me a weird look.
"Uh, ok."
"Are you going to come in to see her?"
"…"
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I walk around the Cohen mansion, gazing at my new surroundings. Wondering how long this is going to last for me. Most likely right after the trial and then there are going to tell me that "Their welcome has expired."
I look down at my hands and realized that I never put the bandages on my wrists back on. I go through my bag and pull out two rolls of black ace bandages. I sit down on a chair near the stairs, put down my bag and one roll and start to wrap one around my wrist and hand.
I was struggling to wrap it and by mistake I dropped the roll. It starts to unravel as it rolled across the floor, I started to get up to chase it when someone stopped it and picked it up already.
"You need help?"
I look up and it was those blue eyes and dirty blond who had my bandages in his hands.
"Uh sure"
He walks over to me and slowly wraps my wrists and hands.
"Why do you need this? It looks like they are healed already."
"Yeah, I know but I don't like how they look. It brings back bad memories."
"Did you do this to yourself?"
"Oh right, just because I wear a lot of black and I'm not into 'people' you think I cut myself! DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING EMO KID TO YOU!"
"A what?"
I couldn't take this; I grabbed my bag off the floor and ran up to my room.
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I just stand there in disbelief as I watch her run up the steps. Everything I say to this girl is wrong. I turn and plop into the chair that she was once sitting in, when Sandy walks in.
"What was all the commotion about?"
"It was Donna screaming at me again."
"Oh okay. Ryan I need to talk to you…about Donna."
"Sandy, for the last time. No, I am never involved with her, not now, not ever."
"I wasn't going to ask that. I was going to answer your question from before."
"Oh. Which one?"
"The one about Trey."
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I laid on my bed, looking up at my freshly painted ceiling, wondering if I could have prevented this.
Hmm, I came home, wrapped my wrists, Ryan helped, and I yelled at him…nope couldn't be prevented.
There was a knock at the door and I just rolled over and ignored it. There was another knock and I rolled over again and ignored it some more. Then there was another knock and it turn, I threw a spray can at the door.
"Dad, I can translate Jersey to Newport and I think that means we can come in."
