"Ryan, I think we need to talk."

I look up and see Trey looking down at me.

"Yeah…"

"I know what you went through with Donna is still fresh in your mind and you think you can never shake that image of her out of your head and your right, you can't"

"Is this supposed to be helping?"

"Little brother, you probably think I'm a jerk for what I said about her last night but listen to me. I did love her but she didn't want a relationship so I took what she gave me."

"That's still a fucked up move…"

"I know but I had to stay close to her because I went through what you went through too. She broke down right in front of me, in my arms. I felt her crumble, she slipped through my fingers."

"When?"

"The day after the accident, in the hospital."

"But that doesn't make sense. You were with her before…weren't you?"

"Yeah but then I thought we were together but after the accident she, uh, cleared it up for me."

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"I was afraid I lost you."

He looked at me as if he was expecting me to say something in return but I laid there motionless, broken.

"Donna…"

"You did."

"What?"

I placed my hand on my stomach, no longer feeling her kick, her heart beat, her life.

"You lost me, Trey, and I lost myself."

"Please don't say that, I love you Donna."

"I'm sorry but I don't"

"What do you think I am Donna? I'm not a toy; I can't be used and thrown away when you're done with me."

"I know but what do you expect from me? Do you seriously expect a real relationship from me?"

I am practically shouting at him now and he looks hurt but not as hurt as I.

"Actually, yes I did."

I laugh at his honesty.

"Well, you were mistaken. I'm not your girlfriend, I will never be your girlfriend, do you understand?"

"Then what was this then?"

"Fun, Trey, its just fun…"

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I wake up and found myself on the couch in the Cohen's living room. I sit up and see that I'm in the same outfit as the night before and my boots are lying on the floor next to the couch. I stand up and walk into the kitchen planning on getting something to eat.

I walk into the kitchen and Sandy is already there buttering his bagel. He looks up from his bagel and gives me a concerned smile.

"Morning kiddo, sleep well?"

"Not really. What happened last night? The last thing I remember was when we left the house for the Bait Shop."

"You had a break down."

"Fuck…who was there?"

"Ryan"

"Fuck me."

I plop into there chair next to Sandy and let my head fall into my arms on the counter. What am I going to do with myself?

"Your appointment is at 1:30 p.m. today."

I pick my head up and give Sandy a confused look.

"For what?"

"The psychiatrist"

"Fuck me sideways."