College is starting, and so is the newest challenge in Scarlett and Eric's relationship. After thirteen years, the mysterious 'J' that used to send her letters and gifts is finally back for the best friend that he was forced to leave.
With tensions...
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Tyler's leaning against the wall by the door with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed as he rests his head back; Reggie's by the stairs with his back against the railing. Jack's sitting on the counter in the small kitchen area; Eric's sitting on the edge of the couch, trying to wrap his head around everything that just happened. And Alec's pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table as they all wait for Letty to get back, knowing that she wouldn't leave the mess caused by her and Jason's arrival.
The door opens, and three of the five men look over at the brunette — neither of the Price brothers make any sort of movement. Letty ignores everyone as she walks over and grabs the bag with their bloody clothes to see if everything's there. Her sweater, shirt, jeans, and Jason's jeans are there, but not his t-shirt or flannel.
"Scarlett..." Alec sighs as she turns and heads for the bathroom.
"She isn't gonna slow down until there's no trace of blood left." Jack tells him. "Not exactly something she wants Shawn walking into."
"I think I know my own sister well enough to know that." He says as he looks at him.
"You know, I really don't think you do."
"That's enough." Tyler says as he lifts his head and looks at them. "Shut up, Alec. Jack, stop antagonizing him."
Letty eventually makes her way back into the living room, saying that the bathroom's clean again. Reggie reaches out and grabs the bag in her hand, and she turns to look at him.
"I've got it, kid." He tells her. "I'll get rid of 'em. Just go get yourself cleaned up, alright?"
"Thanks, Regg." She says, and he nods.
The teenager starts for the front door, and Alec grabs her arm as she passes him. Without thinking, she spins around and punches him, her fist connecting with the side of his face. He grunts, landing on the floor with a thud. Her teeth clench as she looks down at him.
"You'll have to forgive that. I just had Whiskey breath in my face and then had to clean up a bloody wound. Havin' a little trouble not feeling fifteen again. And we all know where you were while I was dealing with that alone." She says as she then kneels down beside him. "Let me explain something to you, and I want you to listen carefully... I am trying to raise three kids, and it hasn't exactly been easy. Especially lately, with the alcohol incident and the stranger harassing me that I was afraid could turn into a threat to my kids. So, why don't you do me a favor — go home, spend some time with Oliver, remember what it's like to be a parent, and then maybe...you'll understand why you should be nowhere near me right now."
