Okay, for this story, I actually took it over from someone else. They stopped writing it on the OC message board and I felt compelled to continue it. Here is a brief summary of what they wrote: Marissa is from Chino where she works at a sleazy restaurant called "Hot Chickens". Her parents, Jimmy and Julie, there is no Caitlyn, and they are a happy family, are both dying of caner. Marissa has dropped out of college to work full time in an attempt to cover some of their hospital bills. Ryan is a spoiled, selfish Newport Brat, wealthy and privileged. He dates Holly. Seth and Summer date and are his best friends. They just happen to stumble into the restaurant where Marissa works. Holly is rude to her, but there is this instant connection between Ryan and Marissa and he becomes annoyed with how Holly treats her. Because of her parents illnesses, Marissa has gotten herself into some gambling debt and ends up borrowing $5000 from Ryan (random, I know, but I didn't write this part) to cover it to the guy she owes it to, her pseudo boyfriend who she is just with because...it's Chino. He is mean and abusive, attacking her roughly and he possibly raped her. (I know this is a bad summary, but I didn't write this part of the story. If you have questions, ask.)

The ride to Chino…the ride to Marissa was silent. Summer and Seth, both, had initially tried to lighten the atmosphere, which had suddenly turned grim as soon as Ryan had pulled onto the 101, but nothing they said could induce him out of his coma-like silence. His mind was too busy, racing every which way trying to understand why she hadn't called him back after he had tried to reach her so many times, why he cared so much for this girl, this girl he knew nothing about and had randomly loaned her $5000 on a whim, why she was all he could think about. He was Ryan Atwood, he could have anyone and everyone he wanted, rich, wealthy, spoiled princesses, but here he was chasing after some girl who probably had just used him for a quick buck. Ironic, isn't it; how the one thing you can't have is the one thing you want most, he thought as he quietly laughed at himself under his breath so that Seth and Summer wouldn't hear. At this point, they were in the back of the car making out profusely, completely ignoring him, figuring that if he didn't want to talk to them, they'd occupy themselves the best way they knew how. They were almost there, but he had no idea what he was going to do.

$5000 he thought again, why would I ever write a check for that much money to some random girl? He had never been an impulsive person, and even though he knew that he would probably never see that money again, for some reason he didn't care. What was it to him, he had plenty, and if somehow it gave him a connection to her, then it was worth it, right? Shaking his head, he cleared the doubts out of his mind and attempted to focus on his driving as he pulled off the freeway and into the outskirts of Chino, trying to map out exactly what he'd say to here when he saw her.

Wait, he thought, what if she wasn't working today! What would he do then? Wait around for her to show up, pester her boss to give him her address, ask the other waitresses- what! This is just great, Atwood, perfect. What are you going to do! Little did he know that Marissa was working…..

Unfortunately she was working, she thought to herself, but she needed the money. Not only did she have to take care of her sick parents who just seemed to get worse no matter what the doctors did, but now she had to pay back Ryan. Ryan! What are you thinking about him for, Marissa, you promised to never even speak to him again, and it's not like you're going to run into him around here again and you're not going to Newport in the near future. It's over….before it even began. Besides, you have enough to worry about right now. Besides your parents, the money issues, there's Nick. What did he do to me, she thought. I know I blacked out and that there are bruises all over my body, but I don't think he….he didn't, did he? Shaking these thoughts out of her head, she turned to look around the restaurant. Theresa was working today as well as a new girl, but she hadn't even asked her what her name was yet. She had too much to think about. Keeping her head down and her hair in her face as she attempted to hide the bruises, she continued to bus tables, not even raising her head when she heard the door open as new customers arrived. Maybe someone else would wait on them, she thought as she turned back to the table in front of her and continued to wipe it down. All of a sudden, one very strong hand was gripping her arm tightly and whirling her around to face the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Marissa, get your ss over there and wait on those customers. I do believe the man is a friend of yours!" With that, her boss let her go, but not before pushing her forward and slinking away to the back of the restaurant.

Marissa looked up and saw the last person she wanted to see, okay so not the last person but someone she was not supposed to see, and he wasn't alone. He was back with the skinnier guy and the brunette who appeared to be his girlfriend. She felt his eyes burning into her, but she ducked her head and walked over towards them never meeting his scorching gaze.

"Follow me," she whispered in a barely audible tone, "I'll show you to your table."

The two friends walked off on their own without even giving her a second glance and found themselves a table before she could protest, leaving her alone with him. As she went to walk towards the table they had selected, she felt his hand pull her back by wrapping its way around her waist. It was not meant to hurt her, but he did not know that her ribs were bruised and that every touch, ever movement was agony to her.

He noticed that she winced at his touch, immediately sending his mind spinning in all directions. Was she repulsed by his touch, no he thought, that grimace was not repulsion, that was pain, but what happened to her, and why wouldn't she look at him. Something was wrong; was that why she hadn't called?

"Marissa, please, I just want to talk to you, and you have to know by now that I've called you even though you said I wouldn't. Come on, one talk, please?"

"I really should get you to your table so you can order." Her eyes still would not meet his, but she did wander them up from the ground to his hand that was still around her waist. It felt so right, like a protective shield, but she knew she couldn't let him touch her. This would break the rules of her agreement with his girlfriend.

He noticed her gaze, and removed his arm, but as he went to grab her hand as she walked away from him, she wound them protectively around her body and practically ran away from his presence. He followed her to the table, sitting down in his chair, depressed and sullen that she wouldn't speak with him but as time went on, he became more and more convinced that something was wrong, seriously wrong. He needed to figure this out and quickly.

"I'll be right back with your menus," and with that she was gone.

"So man," Seth said, "that was quick and totally awkward from the spectator's viewpoint. What happened? Did see say why she hasn't called you back? Did she…"

Seth's questions were cut short by a glare emulating from Ryan's fierce, cerulean eyes, and the three friends waited for the waitress to return who could very well change their lives forever in complete silence. After a few moments had passed, they heard someone approaching them. Looking up they expected to see Marissa, but instead it was another waitress.

"Hey, I'm Theresa. Marissa got busy with some other table…." They all looked around the restaurant which was practically empty. "So, I'll be your waitress instead. Here are you menus; I'll be back in a few minutes for your orders." She turned and walked away, leaving two annoyed brunettes and one depressed blonde to sit and fear their lunch.

"Ugh, I'm so not eating here again. Listen, Atwood, she's not going to talk to you, so can't we just leave this disgusting place, go home, meet up with Holly, and fix whatever happened between you," Summer pleaded.

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his keys, tossing them to Seth who fumbled them a few times before securely pulling them into his chest and taking possession of them.

"Dude, what are these for?"

"Take my keys, Seth, take my car, and go home. I'm not leaving here until I talk to here, no matter what I have to do, and I don't expect you guys to stay and wait for me. I don't want you to stay and wait for me."

"But how are you going to get home," Seth asked.

"I don't know; I'll take a cab…or the bus or maybe she'll be able to give me a ride; it doesn't matter."

"Well if you're sure, man?"

"I'm sure."

With that the conversation was closed, both Summer and Seth knew it. They slowly stood up and walked out of the restaurant, holding hands and occasionally turning around to steal glances at Ryan. A few minutes later, Theresa returned.

"Hey, what happened to your friends?"
"They went home. Listen, I'll make a deal with you. Let me stay here all day, I'll order drinks the whole time, and then when Marissa gets off of her shift, would you let me know. I swear, I'll make it worth your while and you won't have to continually check on me either. I have a feeling she's going to avoid me all day, but at least if I know when she leaves, I can wait for her outside to talk to her in private."

"What exactly is in it for me?"
"The biggest tip you've ever gotten, I swear."

"Well then, what do you want to drink?"

She laughs and walks away, but Ryan can hear what she says to herself.

"Oh boy, you've got it bad, and it's going to be a long day for you." Still laughing, she disappears into the kitchen.

The hours tick by actually rather quickly for Ryan as he waits for Marissa to get off of work. Between watching her move around the restaurant, observing her every moment and whim and letting his mind wander to thoughts of her, talking to her, spending time with her, being with her, all in all, it wasn't a bad afternoon.

At 6:00, Theresa came back to his table.

"She's leaving in a few minutes after she clocks out and changes."

He jumps out of his seat, nearly toppling it over, and presses a wad of money into her hand, not even counting it before running out of the doors. She pushes the chair in, smiles, and then heads to the back of the restaurant to clock out herself.

Waiting for Marissa to emerge, Ryan paced in front of the restaurant, occasionally being stared at by the customers who entered. After ten minutes she still hadn't emerged and he was beginning to fear that he been scammed. Right as he was about to walk back in, Theresa walked out.

"What are you doing out here? I thought you wanted to talk to Marissa?"

"I did, and I thought you said she'd be leaving?"

"She did. She went out the back door."

"Sht!" With that he sprinted around the side of the building leaving Theresa standing there staring after him without a word.

It was only a quarter after six, but the shadows were starting to settle in, and it was difficult to see in the ally behind the restaurant. Even though he couldn't see her, he knew that someone was back there. Wait, he thought, there are two people back here. Stopping so no one could see him, he listened to the conversation, hoping that she was one of the people.

"Let go of me!"

Wait, was that her? What was happening, Ryan thought to himself. He tried to listen for more, to hear what she said next, but all he could make out were a man's whispers and muffled cries. Knowing that he had do something, he walked out from behind the dumpster he had been standing behind and went towards the two figures. Neither saw him, but he saw her and another person, a man, who was holding her by the neck up against the wall. Silent tears streamed down her face, but she was unable to make a sound. Looking around him, he searched for something to use. Normally he'd never hit anyone without facing them, but if he didn't do something quickly, Marissa might not survive while he followed the rules of a gentleman's fight, and if he knew anything about this man already, he definitely wouldn't play by those rules. Finally after what seemed like hours but was instead mere seconds, he found an empty metal garbage can. Lifting it above his head, he smashed it against her attacker, leaving him to fall unconsciously to the ground and letting go of Marissa at the moment of impact. Before she, too, could fall, he had her in his arms and was running to the parking lot.

She didn't talk, he didn't expect her to; instead, she just breathed in deeply, trying to refill her lungs after being deprived of oxygen for so long.

"Which one is your car," he asked in a tone just slightly louder than a whisper, his voice dripping with concern and pain. She pointed to her car and let him carry her to it without a word spoken between them, but then he put her in the passage seat, buckled her, and then ran around to the driver's side and got in.

"Wha…what are you doing?"

"I'm getting you out of here."

"No, you're not!"

"Yes, I am. There's no arguing with me; you're not going to change my mind, so either hand your keys over voluntarily, or I'll get them for myself."

She opened her purse, removed her keys, and placed them in his hand. He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot as quickly as he could, turning towards the free way.

At this point, she didn't care where he took her, she didn't care that she had broken her word and promise to his girlfriend, even her parents were a distant thought at this point. Nick….he had come after her again! What would have happened this time if Ryan hadn't of shown up? Would she even be alive at this point? What had he done to her before? She had to figure this out; she had to know for sure. She didn't think he had, she'd be able to feel it wouldn't she, but at this moment, she didn't need to think of anything. Ryan was there; nothing would hurt her at least for a little while. Sitting back in the seat of her car, she let the tears slide seamlessly down her face, wetting her neck and the collar of her shirt, letting the occasional sob escape her tightly clenched lips.

Ryan looked over at Marissa and felt a plethora of emotions all at the same time. He was finally alone with her, and even though it was under perhaps the worst possible circumstances, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this time with her. Even in this much pain, she was the most beautiful, enchanting person he'd ever seen. Wanting to do something to comfort her, he searched his mind for ideas, finally settling for the simple gesture of holding her hand. Although he thought that she would pull away from him, she instead wrapped her other hand around their joined appendages and squeezed it as tightly as she could. As they drove on, her sobs stopped and her tears slowed their pace down her delicate cheeks until they finally came to a stop as she drifted off to sleep. Driving on, he never let go of her hand until they had finally reached their destination. When he let go of her, her eyes sprang open, suddenly afraid, but when she saw Ryan looking back at her, she relaxed back into the seat.

"Hey, we're here."

"Where's here?"

He laughs. "Don't be mad; I don't expect anything to happen, but I needed someplace safe, someplace where no one would ever think to look for you."


"So, we're at the Beverly Hills Hotel."

Marissa's mouth drops open and her eyes become extremely large.

"You're serious, aren't you," she asked.

"Yeah, but we can get separate rooms, whatever you want, I don't care, but the deal is you have to talk to me."

"I can't do that. I shouldn't even be doing this."


"I can't tell you."

"Please, Marissa, just talk to me. Give me a chance to prove that I'm not a complete jerk."

She laughed as she spoke. "Ryan, look it's not that, after everything you've done for me, a stranger who never returned your phone calls, and yes, I did get them, I know you're not a jerk, but I can't talk to you. It's me, not you, I swear. You did nothing wrong, and there is nothing that I'd rather do than talk to you, but I can't. It's impossible."

"How about I make you a deal? Let me go in and get the rooms…."

"No, just get one."

"But I thought…."

"We can't do anything, we can't even talk, but I can't sleep alone tonight. One room with two beds, please?"

"Alright, but you are going to talk to me, I won't take no for an answer. All I ask is that you tell me why I can't see or speak with you, and then let me be the judge of whether or not it's impossible."


"No, no buts, that's the deal, take it or leave it."


"Okay, so stay here; I'll be back in a few minutes." He notices the look of sheer panic in her eyes. "I'll be right back, I swear I'm not going anywhere, but I'll lock the doors for you."

Slowly, she agrees by shaking her head, but he knows that she still doesn't feel safe. Wanting to make this as quick as possible, he runs into the hotel.

Marissa waits in the car watching the clock and counting the seconds, literally, until he returned. This is nuts, she thought, you can't tell him why you can't talk to him, why you can't see him. You should just make him take you home; you can't depend upon anyone else to take care of you, but you don't want to leave, do you? You want to stay with him for as long as he'll let you. This is not good, Marissa, this is not good at all.

As her mind wandered, Ryan got the room and returned. She had the doors unlocked by the time he reached her car, and he opened her door for her. Before she could stand up though, his arms were wrapped around her and he was carrying her to their room. Instead of arguing, she found herself letting him take care of her, sinking even deeper into his embrace and letting her head rest gently on his shoulder, taking in his scent and enjoying the only night she'd ever spend with him. Way before she wanted their walk to be over, they had reached their hotel room. He unlocked the door and carried her to the bed and laid her down.

"Are you hungry," he asked.


"Do you want to take a shower? There's nothing for you to change into, but there is a complimentary robe you can use."

"Maybe later, right now though, I just don't want to be alone."

He goes to sit down on the other bed opposite of her, but she stops him with just the look in her eyes.

"Would you just sit here with me?"

"I can do that." He smiled slightly as he went around to the other side of the bed and sat down beside her, making sure that he kept plenty of distance between them, a distance she soon crossed so that she was laying in his arms. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he wasn't going to protest. She couldn't believe that she was doing this, but it was as if her heart was controlling her body and her mind was not functioning.

"So, can you talk to me now? What did he do to you, Marissa?"

"I'm not exactly sure." She turns to look into his eyes as she talks to him and notices the confusion there. "When he hit me, I lost consciousness, and by the time I awoke, he was gone. I had bruises all over my body and I just ached. I don't know how I did it, but I found my way back to my apartment, and somehow I got up to go to work. And then you found us this evening. He was threatening me, telling me that if I went to the police he'd kill me."

"Did he…..rape you?"

As Ryan says those painful words, he winces at the sound of them to his own ears, not even imagining how much they had to hurt her. Unable to speak, though, Marissa just sobbed into his chest. He didn't push her; he didn't want to scare her away. She needed someone to talk to, and he needed to know what had happened to her. After a few minutes, her tears and sobs subsided, and she looked back up into his trusting face, realizing that she can talk to him.

"I don't know. That's why he did this, because I wouldn't sleep with and I was trying to leave him, but I….don't…know."

"Have you...ever….had...sex...before?"


"I know you're in a lot of pain, but are you bruised….there?" She looks up at him with big eyes filled with unshed tears unable to speak but with a questioning look on her face. "Your legs, your inner thighs," he whispered, "are they bruised?"

"No." With that one simple word, he begins to relax. His breathing returns to normal, his heart rate stops racing and falls back into its usual rhythm.

"And it doesn't hurt….there?"

"No." Now finally convinced that she wasn't raped, he sinks back into the bed and pulls her closer to him.

"I don't think he did then, but we should take you to the hospital anyway, have you tested."


"What, why not? You did go to make sure nothing was broken didn't you?"

"I don't have health insurance, Ryan, and even if I did, I don't want people starring at me and asking questions. They'd have to contact the police, and if I go to them, he'll kill me."

"And if you don't, he probably still will kill you. You're going to the police, you're going to the see a doctor, a good doctor, the best, and then we'll figure out what to do next."

Shocked by the determined note in his voice and his insistence that she let him take care of her, she pulls away from him.

"No! I told you that this is it; after tonight you can't see me, you can't speak to me, it's over. You have to return to your life, your friends, your girlfriend. I don't fit into your life."

"Okay, first of all, how do you know that you don't fit into my life? I think you fit perfectly, but what are you talking about. Where did this come from? The night we talked in the parking lot, you seemed enthusiastic as if a part of you wanted to get to know me, and then I called and you never called me back. I come to see you, and you avoid me for hours, and now you bring up my friends and Holly, my...girlfriend, whom, by the way if you're wondering, I really don't think I'm dating any longer, and if we are, then that's about to end."

"No, you can't do that!"

"What, like hell I can't! What happened, and why are you all of a sudden a big fan of my relationship with her? I thought you'd be cheering the fact that I'm not going to be with Holly any longer, I mean, you two were not each other's biggest fans."

"Look, I can't explain this….what happened, but just trust me, you can't break up with her. I need you to promise me that you'll stay with her, that you won't ever try to contact me after tonight, that you won't ever come back to the restaurant or Chino for that matter, and that you'll never call me again."

"I can't do that."

"You have to!"


"Because if you don't, my life will be destroyed. Look, there is a lot about me that you don't know, that no one knows about, and if I let you into my life, the two people I care for most in this world will be hurt. I can't do that to them, to myself. This is just the way it has to be."

"Well then tell me about yourself, let me figure out a way to help you."

"I can't ask that of you. You've already done too much for me as it is."

"What do you mean?"
"Loaning me that money to bail me out of trouble, helping me tonight with Nick…."

"Yeah, but you didn't ask me for help this time; I'm volunteering to help you. I want to help you; you just have to let me. Tell me about yourself, let me in, please."


"Why not!"

"Because if I let you in, if I let myself get close to you, I won't want to let you go."

"Who said you had to?"

"I'm not even allowed to be here with you right now."

"Look, I don't understand what you're talking about, and I won't leave you alone unless you give me a dmn good reason to. So talk to me, because I'm going to come and see you every day and call you every hour until you talk to me."

Sick of this back and forth arguing, Marissa gets out of his arms and crawls off the bed, standing in front of him. Although her words are angry, her eyes reveal her true emotions: pain, misery, sadness, longing, and something else, but Ryan couldn't figure out what the last emotion was. It was utterly foreign to him. He'd never seen it wavering in anyone's eyes as they looked at him before.

"Just stay away from me! I'm leaving, I can't do this! I told you that you'd ruin my life if I let you in, that you'd hurt the two people I love most in the world, but yet you keep pushing me, and, hell, you don't even know me!"

As she moves towards the door with tears streaming down her face, she is suddenly stopped by two arms being gently wrapped around her body, pulling her back to him. Unable to fight any longer, she collapses, letting him, once again, cradle her to his chest.

"Sshh, I'm sorry, I'll stop pushing you, just please don't leave. I won't be able to handle knowing that you're not safe, and you're only safe here with me, where I can watch over you and no one knows where you're at. Come on, let me take care of you, please."

All she can do is nod into his shoulder, letting him know that whatever he does is okay. He takes her into the bathroom, slowly undressing her as she stands limply in his arms, but he is careful to avert his eyes away from her, wanting to respect her privacy. Once she is down into her undergarment, he places the robe around her and turns the shower on, but before he can leave the room, her hand stops him.


"What is something wrong; do you feel okay?"

"No, I don't feel okay and something is wrong, but neither you nor I can fix it, but will you stay with me?"

"You want me to sit in here while you take a shower?" His eyes open wide and he stares at her unsure of how to react. "Um, that might be a little hard for me to do….I um….," but his words are interrupted by her soft fingers being placed on his lips.

"No, I want you to stay with me, please. I know that I said nothing could happen, but I don't want to be alone tonight, at all." She starts to cry before she continues. "Do you know how long it's been since I felt loved, since I've been comforted? Years, and that was from my parents when I was a little girl, and I can't do it any longer, I can't be alone any longer. I just want to feel someone's arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as if they'll never let go. I know it's not fair to ask this of you, especially since you've done so much for me already and you don't even know who I am and I have no idea who you really are, but I don't care. Please?"

All Ryan can do is stare at her. He couldn't have heard her correctly, could he? She doesn't want him to shower with her, does she? As thoughts continue to run through his mind, he remains speechless.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked, but I thought….," she cannot finish what she is going to say though, because fresh tears have found their way to her eyes and she lets them fall down as gravity take over. She continue to cry as she turns her back to him, but before she can get in the shower, he's there, comforting her once again, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling him towards her, inviting her body to lean against his as he supports the both of them.

"Are you sure about this," he whispers in her ear.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," she says as she turns around and begins to unbutton his shirt, slowly, enjoying the sensations coursing through her body. He does not move as she continues to undress him, savoring the feelings her hands create as they delicately touch him. The shirt slides to the floor as the last button is unclasped, and she moves to his belt and removes it, blushing the entire time. Noticing this, he speaks and lifts her head up by placing one finger under her chin and guiding her eyes to his.

"Hey, you don't have to do this. I never expected this to happen, don't get me wrong, I've fantasized about this a great deal," with this admission, Marissa smiles genuinely for the first time all evening, "but you've never done this before and I don't want you to regret your decision later, realize that you made a mistake with me or think that I took advantage of you because of how much pain you're in. Or what if I hurt….," but his words were cut off by her lips which gently touch his in a tender yet passionate kiss.

No words were needed after that, they both knew that this is exactly what they both wanted, what they both needed. Slowly, trying to savor every minute and burn it into their memories, they continue to undress each other, not saying a word and just staring into each others' eyes. Finally, when all their clothes have been shed, Marissa breaks the eye contact and looks down at her body, her thin, bruised, discolored body, self conscious of what she looks like and fearing that she'd repulse him.


She doesn't look up.

"Marissa, please look at me."

Slowly she lets her gaze leave the floor and travel back to his eyes. He leans in and kisses her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her back as a single tear escapes from her eyes, but this time she's not crying from pain or sadness but from joy. Finally, peeling his lips from her body, he once again connects their eyes and locks his gaze with hers.

"You are the most beautiful person, most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I don't want you to ever doubt that."

With those heart felt words, he gently lifts her up and she puts her legs around his waist, holding on tightly to him as he steps into the shower, letting the scalding hot water cascade down their fused, naked bodies, cleansing them of their pain, their grief, their heartbreak, and their doubts. They washed each others' hair and each others' bodies, and they made love, they did not have sex, they made love for the first time in both of their lives. Once they were done in the shower, they went into the bedroom and made love again before falling asleep wrapped in each others' arms. Marissa fell asleep knowing that at least for that moment, that one singular moment in time she felt loved and protected like nothing could hurt her again, and Ryan fell asleep knowing that from that moment on he'd never let anything hurt Marissa and that he'd never let her go.

Waking him too early in the morning was the sun shining in through the hotel room's curtains. Rolling over in bed with a lazy, pleasure filled smile on his face, his world came crashing down around him. Instead of finding Marissa lying naked beside him, he found a note.

'Ryan, if you're reading this then you've woken up and realized that I'm gone. I didn't plan this to happen like this, you have to believe me, and even though you must think that last night didn't mean anything to me, you're wrong. It was the most amazing night of my life despite everything that happened before you found me, but I told you that you can't be a part of my life. Letting you in will kill the two people I owe my life to, literally, my parents. I didn't want to tell you this, but I fear that this is the only way I can make you stay away. They're sick, dying. That's why I work at that sleazy restaurant. I wasn't always a waitress. I won a full scholarship to college, and I loved it, I was going to make something of myself, be the first Cooper- that's my last name by the way- to ever graduate from college, but then my parents both became ill. They don't have medical insurance, I told you that, and I had to drop out of school and take that disgusting job in order to pay for their medical bills and medicine. I hate the job, what my life's come to, but I will do anything to ease my parents suffering. That's why I needed to borrow money from you, money I will pay back someday. You see I got this tip, and I borrowed money from Nick hoping that I'd be able to make it back plus much more at the track, but do those tips ever pan out, no, and I lost Nick's money. I knew what he'd do to me, and then I met you and I knew you had money, and for some reason I felt this glimmer of hope that you'd help me out. I don't know what made me do it; I almost didn't, but I asked and you gave it to. Thank you again by the way, but anyway, that's why I can't be with you. I need this job to help my parents, and if I let you into my life, if I talk to you, see you, she'll make sure I lose my job. Her father knows my boss, and she'll have me fired, so go back to her, forget about me, and live your life. I'll never forget you or what you did for me, but I can't ever see you again, please, for my parents sake, for their lives, leave me alone. Someday, I'll look you up so that I can pay you back, but until then I guess this is goodbye. I just have to say one more thing, and I know you'll think I'm crazy and I don't expect you to feel the same way, but I love you. Stay away from me, though, stay out of my life! I mean it, please! If you contact me, I'll never forgive you. Marissa

Too bad he didn't read it.