Scar // Mid90s fanfic

VII

"Where were you the past year?!" Fuckshit asked quickly.

"What? Fuckshit I already-" I folded my arms as he cut me off.

"And don't say your aunt's because I know you're lying!" He stared at me in a way that told me he knew.

"What do you mean?! Fuckshit I was at my aunt's!" I protested.

"No you weren't! You'll tell Ray and not me? What kind of a friend are you?" He sighed.

"Did he tell you?!" I yelled.

"I fucking knew it! I knew you were lying to me!" He tricked me, "And you actually told him?!"

"Fuckshit please-"

"No! Why did you lie to me?! You really think I'm gonna judge you or whatever the fuck you think I'm gonna do?!"

"No it's more complicated than that! And who told you I wasn't at my aunt's!"

"Riley!" He folded his arms and made eye contact with me.

"Oh fuck off Fuckshit! Seriously!" I opened the door but he quickly put his hand against it and closed it.

"Where were you?!"

"Why do you care so much?!" I pushed him back.

"Because my best friend is lying to me! You got into an accident and then you dipped for a whole year! God I thought you were dead nigga!" He ranted.

"If I didn't leave then I would be! Ok? So just drop it!"

"The fuck does that mean?"

I stayed silent and sat on the couch behind me.

"Keira the fuck does that mean?!" He called my by my real name which happens nearly never.

He only does that when we're with our parents or any other of our families. I couldn't find my words so he just walked out. I followed after him.

"You're a fucking liar!"

"Fuckshit!" I called but he slammed the door in my face.

"The fuck happened?!" Ray exclaimed.

I didn't say anything and went back to the backroom. I went up the steps and to the bathroom which was fully graffitied.

Tears started to collect in my eyes. It was like I could feel it in my chest. I took a breath and pinched the bridge of my nose to keep the tears from falling down.

"Scar?" I heard Sunburn's voice from the door.

"Yeah?" I called, looking over at the door.

"You alright?"

God he was a sweet kid. He didn't deserve to be running around with us. He'd only end up like me or Fuckshit.

"Yeah I'm good!" I opened the door and saw him looking up at me.

"I think Fuckshit is drunk...that's what Ray said..." He sighed.

"Probably..." I nodded, "Where is Ray?"

"He's finishing the board..."

"Ok...I'll be down there now!" I smiled reassuringly.

"Ok..."

He left and I closed the door. Sometimes I hated being alone because it left me with the thoughts. The ones I was left with in the hospital and the psych ward.

I could smash the mirror and use it to finally end it all.

I closed my eyes and let the tears fall down. He was right. Fuckshit. I was lying to him and he doesn't deserve that. But I can't tell him. He would be upset my ma died, and then he'll he worried about me. He'll be scared I'd try and kill myself again.

I wiped the drops off my face and opened my eyes. I was lucky, usually you couldn't tell I've been crying. I quickly dragged my middle finger under my eye and wiped the mascara and eyeliner away before going back to the other two.

"You alright?" Ray asked.

"I'm good" I nodded, "We going to this party later?"

"Yeah sure!" He smiled passing me the knife back, "Here you are lil dude" He then passed the board to Sunburn who's smile had come back.

I laughed a little and looked at the couch. Fourth grade and Ruben came in while I was gone.

"What bout you two? Wanna go to Estee's?"

"Yeah!" Ruben nodded.

Fourth grade also nodded.