Chapter 10—

'Trey you son of a bitch!' Ryan shouted.

'Little brother, I wondered how long it would take you to find me – since obviously the cops couldn't.' Trey snarled.

'Trey you're living in an abandoned apartment that stinks of shit in the slums of New York!'

'I was in Vegas for a long time Ry.' Trey laughed

'Fuck off Trey – you're not funny!' Ryan yelled.

'Now see this time a year and a half ago; Marissa would of thought that, that was funny!'

Ryan punched Trey – and kept on punching him until the pain in his hand had gone away – he wanted to kill Trey; but that wouldn't make him pay for what he did to Marissa - so he wanted to hurt him to the limit.

Trey was unconscious Ryan was pretty sure but still he whispered the words into Trey's ear.

'If one word of this gets back to the cops – I'll make sure you are dead by next week – see you in court bitch.'

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'We found it!' Sandy shouted excitedly.

'Oh my god you found what?' Julie said unenthusiastically.

'Marissa's Beemer right outside John Wayne airport.' Kirsten said as she walked in, 'Oh and by the way Sandy – your mom called sounded pretty important.'

'I'll get right on it.'

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'Hey ma you called.' Sandy spoke into the phone.

'Yes! You will never believe who I seen yesterday at the hospital!' Sophie said excitedly.

'Your doctor! Your second cousin from Albuquerque! Your second uncle Jeffrey that died 17 years ago!' Sandy joked.

'Smart ass – and yes I did see my doctor but I seen Hailey.'

'No wonder she does live in New York.'

'Really well I didn't know that – did she say that she has seen Ryan or Marissa? Have you seen Ryan or Marissa ma?' Sandy asked.

'Ha ha funny Sandy – but no I haven't and Hailey didn't say she had.' Sophie lied.

'Well that's good bye ma.'

'Bye.'

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'Hey Ryan.' Marissa smiled.

'Hey babe – how are you today – how's work?' Ryan asked.

'I'm good - work's fine – but Ryan we really need to talk like now – and what the hell died in your hands!' Marissa laughed coming over to Ryan lifting up his hands and inspecting them. 'Is that blood?'

'Uh well…maybe…kind of…sort of…yeah.' Ryan mumbled out.

'How the hell…Trey?' Marissa said giving Ryan a disgusted look; then running out of the room into the bathroom to be sick.

Ryan ran to the sink and washed his hands getting the blood off him then running into the bathroom after Marissa – holding her hair back while she was throwing up.

'Look Marissa – I'm sorry, but he hurt you and he could of and/or hurt the baby.'

'Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about.' Marissa said getting up from the toilet lid and swirling mouthwash around in her mouth.

'What?' Ryan asked.

'I'm going to press charges against Trey – I'm taking Trey to court.'

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'Sandy your son knocked my daughter up! You should be going to fucking New York!' Julie said angrily.

'Look Julie your daughter is going to be having a baby – you should be happy.' Kirsten said. 'Just like Sandy and I are.'

'Julie – Ryan and Marissa are 18 they can make their own decisions - and they obviously want to figure some stuff out and when they have – then they'll come back.' Sandy said sounding like the lawyer he was.

'Well at least Ryan and Marissa are all right.' Julie said folding her arms across her chest.