Wrecked

WALTER

NIKI

Scar took of to the bathroom suddenly for some reason. She had only had on glass of champagne. I think she was trying to stay as sober as possibly tonight. She promised me when I came to see her and tell her in person I was engaged that she wouldn't start fights, get drunk, or sleep with anyone while she was down her and she was keeping good on her promises.

"Baby this is my friend Marcus. He owns three clubs in LA and is an amazing DJ." Said Jeff gesturing to a man who could make any women sweat in the nether regions.

"Oh please" he said in a deep sexy voice. "This is the man with all the talent. The music he produces. Fantastic I use it in all my clubs and gigs."

Jeff smiled and looked down. "Nice to meet you." I said.

"The pleasure is all mine" he said shaking my hand. My heatbeat quickened.

SCAR

Wow sexy tattoo guy would show up here. My life is so ironic. I swiped a glass of white wine as I snuck around an empty corridor. This house is ridiculous.

I herd a light giggle.

"What like right here?" whispered a timid female voice.

"Yeah it would be sexy." said a mischievous male voice.

I peeked around the corner and couldn't believe what I saw.

"WALTER?!"

NIKKI

"Nikki! Jeff!" my mother said with a smile. "Please come cut the cake"

We walked over to the obscenely large cake. We cut it and did that cute thing everyone does at their wedding when they feed each other then smash the cake in each other's face. I imagined it would be sweet but in realty I was mainly concerned that my red lipstick was smeared.

I saw my sister round the hall with Walter on her arm. They were laughing and smiling. He's always been her one and only best friend. Girls hated her when we were young because she was a loud, spirited tomboy than when we were older she was slutty which the boys loved and therefore the girls hated.

Walter had always been there for her. He was obviously in love with her but she never saw it. I think he still does

***

Jeff was over talking to his frat boy friends from school when Marcus approached me. "Hi" he said meekly "sorry but I don't really know anyone here. Jeff lived in LA for three years when he first started practicing so I've never meet anyone from here." I smiled.

"It's ok. Your not missing much."

"Ouch, you sure are a mean one."

We were interrupted when I heard a loud commotion. We both ran over to see what was going on.

Oh of coarse scar is right in the middle of it surprise surprise. She stood soaked in red liquid her blond hair stain. A average looking women was hysterical and people stood around her trying to comfort her.

Jeff and another man were rolling on the ground. Jeff seemed to do a good job of beating the shit out of him but he was very big and buff compare to Jeff's lean toned stature. What the actual fuck.

"Hey stop that" cried Marcus breaking them apart. He was as tall as Jeff and as muscular as the other man. There was blood pooled in the corner of Jeff's mouth.

I looked at the other man. I have never seen him before.

"Get the fuck out of my house" my mother said in a low growl. The loud room seemed to all hear her despite her low tone.

"I'm so sorry. He just attacked me for no reason and i-"

"It was not a question"

The whole room was silent except the woman who continued to cry.

"And take your scatter brained wife with you" she added.

"I'm not going anywhere with that cheating bastard" she screamed.

"Get them out of here" my mother motioned to the security (who were a little late in my option). The man went peacefully but the women was carted out and pointed at scar and yelled "WHORE"

I looked at Jeff for answers but he wasn't looking at me he was looking at Scarlett.