Human Error

1

A/N: This is going to be kind of cheesy just please, please please read this. I know author's notes are annoying, myself included agrees... but I would love if you read this one. This book means so much more to me than most would think. A lot of these events have occurred to me, and those around me. This is a genuine story and I really hope that comes through. I worked so hard on this and I really, really hope you like it. Please don't be afraid to tell me about typos... not that probably very many people will read it. But I really hope some of the things I write will be helpful, this is just a book written by a girl too shy to write it under her real name. Any way please enjoy, may experience: face palms, cringe attacks, laughing, crying, who knows what else. Enjoy!

-------------------------------

Scarlet

Ya know that moment where you feel your palm desperately wanting to make contact with your forehead, desperately wanting to roll your eyes in the back of their sockets never to come out? People are genuinely so stupid it physically makes me cringe back into myself, and my stomach flop all over itself.

"I'll forgive him, he didn't mean it. I know he didn't!" My mother cries as I rub her back while forcing my nails into the palm of my hand. How is she not angry, or how is she not trying to grab his balls through the back of his throat.

I personally wanted to kick his butt so hard he tasted my shoe size, but I'm the minor I have no power in this situation. None. Nada. Zilch. Aaah the beauty of being a minor, having no say in your opinion. Lovely.

"If you forgive him I'm never talking to you again, this has happened far too many times." My brother Owen mumbles from across the living room, his fist shaking with anger.

"Owen. Not. Now." I grit through tightly clenched teeth, my eyes glaring into his stormy blue eyes. Eyes of which I'd always been jealous of.

"I'm serious, I will fight for custody of you. This is ridiculous you're in harms way everytime her so called husband walks into the door. You're both too small to defend yourself, he's at least a foot and a half taller than you Scar! I don't live here I can't protect you!" He seethes as his wife Laura tries desperately to calm him down, all though I can tell from her look she agrees.

"Farrah, I know it's hard but I think you need to let him go he makes you so unhappy." Laura mumbled as she rubbed my brothers tightly clenched arms.

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!?" Mom screamed while bolting up from her seat, knocking me onto the floor landing on my bad shoulder. "He was arrested last night, it's so new and fresh and I'm hurting. You have no right to threaten to take your sister from me. She's mine, I'm sure she's willing to forgive him... right sweetheart?"

I sighed staring into my moms watery gray eyes, her face red and hair a mess. She looked like a true image of a broken woman, and it killed me. I knew she wanted me to forgive him so she didn't have to go through another divorce. It was truly disheartening how she picked men who didn't deserve to even breath the same air. But somehow she attracted men just like her father, a shame.

"Mom." I sighed looking down at the floor, which was still scuffed up from the fireman's boots. I didn't know what to say, I'd been fed up with her asshole husband for three and a half years, but I wasn't about to say anything to her. I don't care if I'm in pain, as long as everyone around me is happy. I knew my choice wouldn't really matter, as once again I am a minor and it's the adult's choice the will matter.

"Don't answer that I can't hear it." Mom sighed sadly, as she turned around and stormed through the apartment and into her room.

"Scar..." Owen started but was silenced when I held up my shaking had.