Dear Diary...

Chapter 13

   I walk down my dimly lit street. The crisp cold air burning my lungs making me pull the sleeves of my thin sweater to cover my hands. I suddenly regret not grabbing a Jacket when the 49 degree, brisk wind blows across my exposed cleavage leaving goosebumps in it's path. I come upon the familiar rusted, 10ft tall, metal gates I know all too well. Something about this graveyard gives me peace. I suck in my stomach and squeeze between the metal gate. The cold steel grazes my exposed skin making me shiver.

   Maybe its knowing my loved ones will lay here one day. Some possibly sooner than later. I shake my head of these thoughts as I walk further through becoming aware of my surroundings. Fog starts to roll through headstones and over the damp grass slowly consuming the yard. This doesn't scare me as it would a normal person. It honestly comforts me. My blissful walk ended sooner than I would have liked when I arrive at the hole in the fence witch I know to be my usual exit.

   Once through the hole I am met with the familiar cross road. If I go left I am going to Scooter's...If I go right I am snaking through Lux's window probably scaring the fuck out of her and getting a foreseeable, unknown object thrown at my head. With the possible pain taken into account, I go Left.

   It's not long before I am met with the sound of thumping music traveling down the street. Perfect this means I can at least have a drink and the pass out in one of the guest rooms later, then head to Lux's for Christmas morning. I make my way to the front yard of scooter's home met with the oh so tangy smell of weed. I walk through the front door and head straight to the kitchen as I've done many times before, shoving through the sweaty crowd of drunk assholes trying to grab me.

   Out of the corner of my eye I see a familiar man, known as the home owner, with a little brunette on his lap. once we make eye contact I see a glint of happiness in his eyes. but there was another emotion there...fear?

   "Get off me bitch! My baby is here." He says shoving the thirsty whore off of him and basically running over to me.

   "SCOOTER! You can't just shove a bitch off you then run to me. You'll get me jumped!" I exclaim trying to contain my laughter.

   "You can beat her ass anyways you'll be fine. come come, lets get you a drink miss thang." He says wrapping his arm around me and quickly ushering me to the kitchen.

   He pours me a cup of vodka and sprite as I watch him very carefully. I have too many trust issues to be letting anyone pour me a drink without me watching. He hands me a red solo cup and I gratefully take a drink.

   "So who is all here?" I ask and begin to examine the room but before I could get too far he steps into my line of sight. This raised a very large red flag

   "No one you know nor want to know I promise. But what brings you over Ash?" He asks with a sinful smirk.

   I quickly drink the rest of my drink and move around him to begin pouring another. "Family feuding." I say "Can I stay here tonight? I'm really not trying to go home." I ask.

   Scooter knows almost everything about me and how my family gets to me. Typically when things like this happen I always come here and crash for the night and go to Lux's in the morning so this shouldn't be a surprise to him. But suddenly he starts to get nervous.

   "I don't think that is such a good idea tonight." He says then takes a sip from his own red solo cup never breaking eye contact.

   "If you have a girl tonight it's fine. I wasn't looking to smash anyways you know that. I can just crash in the guest room." He then rolls his eyes.

   "It's not that Ash. You know I would kick anyone outta my house for you." When he says anyone he quickly glances to the left.

   Red flag number two. Glancing to the left is a tell everyone does when they are lying. Glancing to the right means they are thinking. Psychology .