So this is just a rewrite of the season 2 finale. From Marissa's P.O.V.

R&R. Thanks :)

Things couldn't get any better.

My parents were happy again, I had my dad back and we were eating dinner as a family.

I smiled to myself. My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket. My smile grew when I saw the caller ID.

"I need to take this." I stepped outside and pressed 'talk.'

"Hey, you," I said with a smile.

There was an awkward silence and all I could hear was laboured breathing.

"Hey" Ryan answered in a shaky voice. He was trying to make it sound upbeat.

"Ry? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I—yeah, I'm fine."

Yeah, right.

"Ryan."

"Can I—can I come over?"

"Of course. Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just need to see you."

That made me smile, but I knew something was wrong. He almost sounded like he was crying.

"Okay, see you soon...Ry? I love you."

Ryan took another shaky breath. "I love you, too."

He hung up, leaving me worried. Did something happen? Was he hurt?

Instead of going back inside, I sat down and tried to calm my nerves. I'd never heard Ryan like that before. I shifted restlessly until I saw the glow of his headlights approaching. He parked the car, resting his head in his arms on the steering wheel, before getting out.

I stood up. He kept his head bowed as he approached and wrapped his arms around him, burying his head in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I felt him shaking in my arms and rubbed his back to calm him.

"What happened?" I asked quietly. I felt him tense and tighten his grip on me.

"Come on, let's go inside." I led him inside and up to my room. He sat on my bed, keeping his head bowed.

I felt waves of anger, fear and hurt coming off him. I knelt in front of him, caressing his cheek with my left hand.

"I'll be back in a second. I just have to talk to my parents." He didn't react at first, then when I tried to stand up he grabbed my hand.

"Hey," I said gently, "I'll be back. Okay? Then we'll talk."

He relaxed and let go of my hand. "Okay."

His voice was laced with unshed tears. I squeezed his shoulder and left the room. When I came back he was leaning over with his arms over his head. I rushed to his side and put my hand on his back.

"I know what he did to you," He whispered. I was shocked, but I didn't have time to wonder how he found out because he spoke again.

"I shouldn't have brought him here. I shouldn't have left you with him. I'm so sorry."

Typical Ryan. Taking the blame on himself.

"No, Ryan. Don't even think about blaming yourself. It was Trey, not you."

"I just—I wanted to believe he could change."

My heart broke. "I know, Ry. I know." Anger surged through my veins. Not for what Trey did to me, but for what he did to Ryan. He started to shake.

"I hate him." Ryan was crying now. I pried Ryan's arms away from his face.

"Come here." I drew him to myself, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm proud of you for not fighting."

"He's leaving tomorrow." Ryan had tried to sound angry, but his voice was laced with hurt. How did it come to this? Why did this happen? why was my boyfriend crying in my arms with a broken heart? When was it going to end?

I couldn't offer any words of comfort, so I kissed him on the forehead, then on the lips and whispered,

"I love you."