Broken Rose

† F o u r †

I couldn't stop crying. Why the heck would he think that about me! I screamed and punched the wall next to my mirror causing it to shake and fall. The glass scattered across the floor. I looked at my reflection in one of the bigger pieces and laughed softly, That little danish midget is going to be the death of me.

I herd a soft knock at the door followed by a sigh. "Kirk I don't want to talk!" I yelled as I began to pick up the pieces of glass before one of them ended up in my foot. "We're not Kirk." A soft female voice said from behind the door. "Fine. Come in." I said as the door opened to show a tall girl with long wavy blonde hair and dark green eyes to match her olive skin. Behind her stood a man with short brown and bright green eyes. They looked like polar opposites, she was dressed in a dark red plaid pair of shorts with a white shirt that had a black cross on it and knee high converse with a black playboy bunny in the side. The man on the other hand had on old ripped up jeans and a white tank top with brown boots. "I'm Becca Jane Simmons this is my brother Marcus, we saw what happened. Your really brave for standing up to Lars. He may not be threatening but he's scary when he gets mad." She whispered softly as she sat down on the bed.

"That Danish midget don't faze me..." I glared to the girl sitting on my bed. "Never have I heard a girl say that about Lars." The short man said. "Hold it. Who in the name of satan are you two?" I said pulling the glass shard out of my foot and walking to my closet.

"I'm Becca...like I said before." She said standing up.

"No like who are you and what are you doing HERE." I said refrazing my question.

"I just came with her because I needed a ride." Marcus shrugged as he held his hands up in defeat. "And I came to see James and we walked in and heard what happened." She said walking to me.

"BECCA JANE SIMMONS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" We heard James yelled from downstairs. I saw Becca jump and then sigh. "What does this drunk want now.. " she almost growled. "He's not mean when he's drunk he just gets happy...and he never cares when he's drunk; But Lars is always handsy with Becca when James is drunk." Marcus informed me as Becca snarled. "Marcus let's go, I don't want to be near lars right now." She said walking out if my room. What's wrong with Lars? Yeah he's rude and ignorant but he doesn't seam that bad, I mean he cares about Kirk A LOT. Being me, aka noisy. I followed them.

We walked downstairs and into the living room. "Hey babe.." James slurred and stumbled oved to Becca. "Goodbye James." She said going towards the door. "Come on Bec, your always fun to hang out with." Lars said smirking and wrapping a toned arm around her back. "Oh he's dead." I heard Marcus say before opening the front door. "Im not a toy Danish boy! Now let me show you how to clog dance." She said as she brought her converse foot straight to his groin. Lars yelled out in pain before falling to the ground. "Suck them apples muffin top." She said before walking out. I followed and stood in the door way anf watched her get in the black hummer.

Kirk stood behind me but I ignored him. As the car started to roll out of the driveway we both saw Marcus stand up through the sun roof and yell

"MARCUS SIMMONS FOR PREZ Y'ALL!"