Marissa's Desolation

When Marissa had finished with Karl, after finally getting through to him that they would never have a future together, she made her way back in to the club looking for Ryan. She had to try to make him understand why she hadn't told him about Karl. She had no idea how she would do that but somehow she had to make things right with him. She just wanted to get out of here and go home, so that they could talk and she could try to explain. She saw Sasha on the dance floor with James and Emma and went to speak with her.

"Where's Ryan?" she asked trying to make herself heard over the music.

Sasha shrugged her shoulders and continued to dance.

Marissa looked around the crowded club again looking for Ryan. When she saw no sign of him she grabbed Sasha by the wrist and dragged her back in to the hallway that led to the bathrooms where she could make herself be heard.

"Let go of me." Sasha complained. Since being rejected by Ryan, she'd been in a foul mood. If Marissa wanted a fight then she'd come to the right place.

"What happened to Ryan?" Marissa asked.

"He left." Sasha replied stating the obvious.

"What do you mean he left?" Marissa asked now panic stricken. She had to find him and try to explain. "What did you do to him?"

"Unfortunately, none of the things that I wanted to." Sasha replied and then smiled adding. "But then I doubt that you will either after lying to him. He couldn't get out of here fast enough."

"I didn't lie to him." Marissa retorted angrily.

Sasha looked at her incredulously "You obviously hadn't told him that you were fucking Karl." she said. She was sick to death of Marissa and her holier than thou attitude.

"I wasn't fucking Karl." Marissa said. It sounded so … crass….. Surely that wasn't what it seemed like to everyone. It hadn't been like that. They'd just …. 'comforted' one another, she thought. Surely everyone could see that. She tried to explain. "I did sleep with him. But it was only …." She didn't know how to put it and make it sound better. She guessed that however she tried to put it … it was still the same. "Whatever it was … it is past tense."

"I don't really care. But obviously Ryan did. AND he knew nothing about it. All he said to me was that you hadn't 'dated' Karl." She smiled, thinking back to Ryan's naivety.

Marissa flinched as she heard her own words come back to haunt her.

Sasha smiled as she watched the grimace on Marissa's face. "You'll be pleased to know that ... I made sure he understood that you didn't need to date a guy to fuck him. But unfortunately I still couldn't talk him into it. Much as I tried. If the guy is stupid enough to turn me down then good riddance." Sasha explained. She was enjoying being able to hurt Marissa. She'd watched her with Ryan and she was jealous of the fact that Marissa had had Ryan in ways that Sasha never would. Watching the pain on Marissa's face was helping Sasha come to terms with Ryan's rejection. She knew that now Marissa would get to know what rejection felt like as well.

"You bitch." Marissa said wanting desperately to slap her and wipe the smile off her face; the thought of Sasha coming on to Ryan sending spears of jealousy darting through her.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black don't you think? I wasn't the one that was lying to my boyfriend. I was just out for a good time and I didn't pretend that it was anything more. Unlike some …" Sasha spat back.

"I wasn't lying. I just didn't …." Marissa tried to explain "… tell him."

"Kid yourself all you like princess. But that's lying. Whether straight out or by omission, it's still lying. No matter how you look at it. And from the look on Ryan's face when he left here … I don't think he likes to be lied too. You may as well hang around here and start looking for a new boyfriend. I doubt that Ryan will have anything more to do with you. Maybe you shouldn't have turned Karl down quite so quickly."

"I don't want Karl and I don't want a new boyfriend. I need to find Ryan." Marissa pleaded with her. "Do you have any idea where he was going?"

"If I knew where he was going don't you think I would have been there waiting for him? The guy is hot as hell Marissa. I offered to fuck him stupid and he turned me down. His loss …" she shrugged. "I'm not going to lose any more sleep over him. Maybe you should do the same." She said and turned to return to the dance floor.

Marissa wanted to tear Sasha's hair out. The thought of Sasha propositioning Ryan made her feel physically ill. But she was the last person to talk to Ryan … so she was Marissa's best and probably only chance of knowing where he'd gone. "Stop! You have to have some idea where he was headed." Marissa pleaded again. She knew that she was losing control but she had to find him and she had no idea where to look.

"Stop beating yourself up over it. You're an attractive woman. You'll find someone else." Sasha said a little more compassionately. She realised that emotionally, Marissa was hanging by a thread.

"I … DON'T … WANT … ANYONE … ELSE!" Marissa screamed trying to make Sasha understand that for her there was nobody that could ever replace Ryan.

Karl had followed Marissa and was watching the two women and he decided to intervene after hearing Marissa lose it and start screaming. "Come on Marissa. Just settle down….I'll take you home."

Marissa turned on him now screaming like a shrew. None of them understood how important this was to her. "I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME. I JUST WANT RYAN." She said and collapsed sobbing into a heap on the floor.

Karl and Sasha looked at one another, totally bewildered by what they should do with her. "I don't see what is so special about him. He's just another guy." Karl said to Sasha.

Marissa looked up at him totally defeated. "Don't you understand? He's not just a guy. He's my husband."