Scarred

Chapter 7

I woke up to a sharp knocking on the front door.

I quickly got up and opened the door to the guest room, quietly shutting it behind me. As I walked in the darkness, I attempted to pull my hair into a ponytail. I had just fastened the hair tie when I reached the front door. I pulled it open and ended up face-to-face with Robert.

"You," he hissed.

"Me," I said, crossing my arms. "What do you want, Robert?"

"You did this," Robert said, glaring at me and holding up his phone. Displayed on the screen was a picture of the wreckage of his car.

"No, I didn't," I said, playing dumb. "I don't know who would do this. But they must really hate you." I started to close the door, but Robert stuck his foot in it.

"I know you did it," Robert said. "You're the only person who hates me enough to do this."

"Have you ever thought," I said, crossing my arms again, "that maybe you're just not a likeable person? Because you're not. Someone other than me is likely to hate you and want to destroy your car."

"There's no one," Robert insisted.

"Really?" I asked. "Because the way you're acting right now, accusing me without evidence, makes me wonder how you haven't had your car destroyed before."

"That was a two hundred thousand dollar Porsche!" Robert screamed. "I will sue you for damages!"

"I didn't do it!" I lied. "You can't pin this on me."

"I will find evidence that you did this," Robert promised. "And when I do, I'll take it to court."

"You can't," I said. "Without an adult to claim me, you can't sue me. My parents are supposed to take the lawsuit since I'm a minor, and obviously, you are my only living parent. And since you're suing me, you can't take the lawsuit. Is your little brain following?"

Robert scowled. "I'll find a way," he said, turning on his heel and walking away. I noticed he was driving the truck, which was out of the ordinary. I smiled as soon as the door shut. How did he even find me? I thought. Then my mind flashed back to my time in house arrest. Right. I turned down the hallway and saw Sam standing there in the darkness. I had almost forgotten that he was here.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said, rubbing his eyes. "I heard someone yelling."

"That would be Robert," I sighed. "He saw his car and immediately thought of me."

"Uh oh," Sam said.

"It's okay, though," I said. "He has no evidence, and I played dumb. But he is threatening to sue me if he finds evidence that could convict me of the crime."

"Can he even do that?" Sam asked.

"No," I replied. "Not since he's my only living parent. Since I'm a minor, he's the only one would could take the lawsuit, and he's not going to sue himself."

"Right," Sam said. "Anyways, it's what... six a.m.? Let's go back to sleep." I nodded and followed him until we'd reached the guest bedroom. When we did, he turned and kissed me. I kissed him back, not wanting to let him go. But he pulled back, and I opened the door to the guest room and climbed into the bed. I stared at the closed door, wishing that Sam would open it and kiss me again. But the door stayed closed, and I eventually fell asleep, still staring at the closed door.