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"Really Ryan? It's not even daylight out," I complained. I looked around and I was in yet another new bedroom. I thought back to last night and remembered, we were in Ryan's apartment.

"That's not my phone." he replied, throwing an arm around my waist and pulling me towards him. He began to nuzzle my neck as I reached for my phone. "Who's texting you this early?"

"Ann sent me another link." I opened the link to see the headline. RYAN SLATE AND NEW GIRLFRIEND TAKE NYC. I scrolled down and looked through the pictures, and as much as I already hated the paparazzi, I have to admit they did get some good pictures of us. I sat my phone down and rolled over to see Ryan had fallen back asleep again. I couldn't help but think about how the last few days with Michael, Ann and Marie were heaven, and yesterday was a dream come true, we went to time square and to see the statue of liberty, and went shopping. In the past two weeks my life had completely changed and I was accepting that and falling more in love with Ryan every day. I placed my cheek on his cheek, running it along his stubble, "I love you so much," I whispered.

"I love you more," he replied opening his eyes, his mouth went to my forehead and placed a lazy kiss in the center. "How do you feel?"

"Tired, I'm not used to all the walking."

"We barely walked seven miles, and it would've been less if I hadn't taken you to Fifth Avenue."

"Hey you're the one who took me in and in my defense that was the biggest Sephora I have ever seen! By the way you really didn't need to buy every single thing I picked up. I really didn't need it all."

"It's just money babe, and we've got plenty of it. If I knew makeup and shopping made you smile like that I would've taken you sooner," he replied with a laugh.

"But you were right it is nice to not be noticed in the crowds... We'll most the time." I showed him the article, his only response was a shrug of the shoulders.

"What's it say?"

"Just another gold digging, home wrecking, mistress whore article," I replied turning my head away in shame.

Ryan took my chin in his hand, "Hey we both know the truth and everyone else will here soon too."

"I was so tired last night you didn't even show me the whole apartment," I said trying to change the subject, "And you didn't tell me why we didn't go to your house."

"Don't worry about it, I've got it taken care of. So now it's time to shower," he stood and pulled my legs to the edge of the bed, kneeling between them.

"Ryan wait, I'm serious, you were pissed off last night after that phone call. Tell me what happened, no secrets remember?"

"No secrets," he breathed out. Ryan sat down his back against the wall and put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes open. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

"I'll be fine tell me what's bothering you," I got in the floor and sat in his lap, trying to comfort him in any small way.

"Brooke broke in last night after it came out that we were back in New York, she's demanding we have a sit down and talk. Thomas and his team went there last night after you went to sleep."

I felt myself tense, "Did you go?"

"No," he answered, tightening his arms around my waist, "That part of my life is done; you're the only thing that matters now."

"Ok, so what happened?"

"Thomas told her to pack what she wanted to take and leave or he would have to get the law involved. After she left he took a look around the house and looked in the safe and he took note of what was gone."

I could tell by the look in his eyes he was leaving something out, he always wore the same look when he lied. You would never know the look unless you knew everything about him, "What did she take?"

"Not much."

"No secrets," I whispered.

"She took the police files on Dad," the words continued to come out of his mouth but I heard nothing else, I felt my body stiffen as I remembered that day.

*****

"Dad, what's going on? There's tons of cops at Ryan's house?" I anxiously yelled into the phone.

"What do you mean a lot?" Dad asked.

"There's five cars here, it seems like every cop we know is there," I replied peeking out the blinds, I noticed it went from raining to pouring in the few minutes that I had been talking to him. "Dad, i haven't seen Ryan today..." the thought made me so sick I couldn't even finish it.

"I'll call you back in a few minutes, let me call Rob and find something out. Don't go outside."

"I won't."

"Mila, I'm serious do not go outside until I find out what is going on."

"Ok, Dad I won't, I promise."

"I'll call you back in a few, I love you."

"Love you too, Dad." I sat on the couch, and peeked out the window, hoping to see something to let me know what was going on. That's when I noticed him; Ryan was sitting on my porch soaked from the rain, without thinking I opened the door. Ryan never turned his head to see who it was. "You're going to get sick sitting out here in the rain," I whispered.

"I thought you went out of town with your dad," he stated numbly, never taking his eyes off the front door.

I took the few short steps, and sat down beside him, not caring if I got wet. I placed my hand on his knee, worried, and he picked it up and squeezed it so tightly I was on the verge of pain. "Ryan what happened?" I asked softly. He sat quietly, as if he didn't hear a word I had said. I turned to look at him, he wore a look that I had never seen on him before and it scared me. I had seen this look before; it was the same look that Michael wore, after our mother died. I looked around, Momma M and Mr. Fain weren't there, in that instant I knew something bad had happened. I placed my hand on his cheek and made him look at me. "Ryan, you're scaring me. Please baby, tell me what happened! Where are your mom and dad? Are you ok? Are they ok?" I pleaded for an answer.

He ripped his face from my hand, just as we heard his front door open. I turned to see Rob, my dad's oldest friend walk outside, with a grim look on his face. Ryan stood, pulling me up with him, "Stay here," he said sternly. He walked over to Rob and they talked in hushed voices. "NO!" Ryan yelled, as he shoved Rob away, as Rob tried to stop Ryan from going inside. Ryan pulled back and punched Rob in the face and two cops came to Rob's aid and pulled Ryan away, and had him on the ground placing handcuffs on his wrists

"Let him go," Rob demanded, as he stood and wiped the blood from his lip.

"Chief he punched you, we need to take him in," the cop stated.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I fell. Ryan was trying to stop me from falling," Rob stated firmly.

"Are you sure chief?" the cop asked.

"He's been through enough, uncuff him now," Rob demanded again. Ryan started to walk towards me, after he was let go. Rage, replaced the blank look on his face, I held out my hand for him. He stormed past me, straight into my house, slamming the door behind him. I turned to follow him when I heard Rob. "Mila wait," Rob cautioned.

I turned to see Rob walking over to me. "What happened? Where are Marie and Scott? Why aren't they here? What did you do to him?" I sobbed.

"Mila, Scott's dead," Rob explained, "It appears to be a suicide, Marie is in the hospital, she was unconscious when Ryan found her. He called 911."

I didn't hear anything else that he said after that, I couldn't think of anything except Ryan. "I'm sorry I have to go," I whispered still in shock.

"Mila, take care of Ryan tonight, don't let him do anything stupid please. I spoke to your dad already, and I promised I'd have a car outside the house tonight. He's catching a flight back late tonight, and he'll be back tomorrow morning. If you need anything come outside and holler, we'll be here."

I nodded and turned to walk back to my house, suddenly I was freezing. I opened the door and heard the shattering of glass. I walked into the kitchen to find a shattered bottle of bourbon in the floor and Ryan holding a bleeding hand. I took his other hand and led him upstairs to my bathroom. "Sit," I demanded, nodding toward the toilet. I took out my first aid kit and removed the shard from his hand, and wrapped a bandage around the wound. I kneeled between his knees and wrapped my arms around his waist. He didn't hug me back and we sat like that for what seemed like hours. I stood and walked into Michael's room and stole a pair of shorts and walked back into the bathroom, and handed them to Ryan. He changed and sat in the floor his back against the bathtub. I moved to sit in his lap, I picked up his arms and wrapped them around me, placing my head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.

Then he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "He shot himself." He hugged me to his chest, and began to weep.

*****

"Mila.... Mila, snap out of it," Ryan said shaking me gently.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't thought of that day in so long..."

"Come on, I know just the thing to get it off your mind," he replied with a devilish smile.

*****
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