Chapter eight

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Scarlett and I sat on the gross, light brown sofa that had very many holes and what looked like he got it for free from a truck stop.  He walked over and sat down across from us in a matching big chair.  I could tell that it was his chair because he seemed very pertective of it.  Scarlett was sitting up strait and put her big brown purse on top of her lap.  I was sitting up as we and no one made ee contact with each other.  I honestly had no idea if my friend was even going to talk.  There was a small, round table that had very many stains and it looked like it was made out of cheap metal.  It have very many small dents in it, but surprisingly it was able to hold a can of beer. The big man picked it up and took a big longing sip.  He sighed and finally looked at both of us.  

" So you too like datin," He sighed then grunted.

" No," Scarlett said awkwardly.  " Is Jack and Peter coming?" She asked just that moment two guys that had the same body structer as their father walked in with a six pack of beer and were mumbling somthing I couldn't understand. Scarlett turned her head to look at me and she looked very scared.  All the color was gone from her face and I couldn't understand her expression.  

" Marcel I want to lea-" She whispered, but got cut off.  The two men walked over to us and sat in between us.  

" Well there you two, honestly Marcel we thought you were dead!" Peter shouted.  

" Why do you still talk to him.  You know that you could be the most popular girl in school if you to werent friends!" jack yelled.  I looked over to Scarlett and her face was turning red with anger.

"Boys go upstairs," There father yelled.  The boys started mumbling somthing and began to go upstairs. Scarlett and I moved closer together.  She was going to scream I new it.  Although I didn't know when I knew it was coming,  

" I am going to kill them!" She yelled and started making her way to the stairs.  I got up quickly and picked her up from behind.  She was kicking her legs legs and wanted so despretly to get out of my grasp.  I plopped her on the couch and she looked very angry.  

" Scarlett why are you here?"  He asked.

" Well I had to, but thats not the point the point is why did you leave mum to look like this?" She asked looking depressed.

" Scarlett I couldn't do it any more.  Every day was the same and your mum and I were growing apart," He said taking another sip of beer.

" How... why... why didnt you want to make things better?" How come you just left.  

" Because, Scarltt things werent the same anymore," He exclaimed as his voice got louder.  

" Then why in the hell would you have a freaking affair!" She said getting up.  

" You have no right to bring that up!" He yelled.  He got up and got very close to my best friend.  

" Well guess what Mr. Man Slut I just did!" She fired back.

He slapped her very hard across the face and she fell on the ground.  I walked over next to her and picked her up slowly by the arm.  I glanced into her eyes and I saw a tear drop from her eye.  Though she didn't look sad or angry she looked surprised.  

" Ok I'm done here," she said and grabbed my wrist.  

" Scarlett wait!" Her father yelled and he tried to catch up with us.   We were outside and I could feel drops of water coming from the sky.  

" Hey Marc you wanna drive?" She asked. I didn't have enough time to respond because she threw the keys towards me.  I hopped in the car and put the key in the ignition.  I pulled out of the driveway and she was sitting with her legs criss-crossed on the seat.  Her purse was on her lap and she started bitting her nails.   

" Scar don't do that its nasty," I said with only one hand on the weel.  She looked at me annoyed and continued to bite.  " Ok so that just happed," I said not knowing what to say.  

" Oh god I'm an idiot," My friend mumbled.  She put her hand on her forehead.  

" Your not an idiot," I admitted.  

" Yeah I am.  Ok seriously I was suppose to go to my dads to talk and instead I didn't controle my emotions and... look what happeneds," She yelled and thew her hands in the air. 

" Well seriously Scar.  You can't go to a mans house that is an asshole and expect everything is going to be perfect.  Face the facts you to are too much a like and shit happeneds and we can't do anything about it," I yelled back.  

" Fine your right ok theres nothing we can do, but what happeneds when we go to court.  Do I say what happened what if my mum asked what happened today?" She asked scared. 

" Then you have two choices you can either lie or you can tell the truth either way its your desicion and nothings gonna change that," I said honestly.  

" Fine what ever," she said.  She put her head on the window and closed her eyes.  I could tell she was hurting. 

I put my other hand on the wheel and continued to focused on the road.  God I hate her family I really truly do.  How does she live with them is the question?

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