Far away from Ryan's study room, in his parents room, Mrs Quinn paced forth and back in the room not able to sleep. " who the hell is she" asked Mrs Quinn furiously, she didn't know what was wrong with her son, may be he was either stupid or possessed. " I can't believe this" she didn't know what to think any more, " and you..." she turned to face her husband, " why are you protecting her, don't tell me you are possessed". Mr Quinn knew how crazy this wife of his can be but not as crazy as his son. When he married her Ryan was six and Arya was ten, Ryan didn't approve of the marriage but he didn't have a choice, though he was calm, collected, intelligent and observant, he still welcomed her as his father's wife and nothing more. This has always been a headache to him, he just didn't know the solution to it.
" now I get it, you don't wanna explain 'cause he's your son, you don't love me Richard, you don't" she wailed dropping to the floor, " it's not what you think hon" Richard walked to her and sat on his heels, " so, what is it" she asked bringing her head up to look at him, " he made me promise him" he paused and said please stop crying, she nodded feeling light headed and sleepy. He assisted her to bed and tucked her in. He lay beside her, he looked up at the ceiling remembering the discussion with his son he felt frustrated.
He closed his eyes, exhaling he opened his eyes, he was taken back to his past when his wife was still alive.
" honey" his wife called him which gain his attention, " hmm?" he turned and faced his wife, " what is it" he noticed the frown on her face. " did you say something to Ryan" she asked him who frowned on hearing her, " I didn't, did he do something Silly" she exhaled tired of talking to her son, " he got into a fight and broke Frank's fingers" she looked down at the white marble floor, " I don't know what happened, but I know he's pissed off" walking forward and towards him she held his hands, " please don't punish him", " not until I knew the reason" he said to his wife and left the room.
Ryan sat on the couch while Arya treat his wound, " what had happened" asked Arya dipping the towel in the water and squeezing it, " what will you do if you know" he instead asked her without answering her question. " I don't know, what I would do but at least give a reason" she picked up the bowel, " if you wouldn't say anything, fine, suit yourself" and she walked to the kitchen.
" can you tell me what caused the fight" came Mr Quinn's voice behind him, Ryan turned to meet his father's eyes, the look on his face shows that he was angry, angry at him. " some idiots forgot to tighten the loose nuts on their children's head" Mr Quinn caught the humor and exhaled, he already knew Ryan to be someone that does things with reason.
coming to the present, Ryan never changed and he didn't know if his son will ever change.