My Best Friends Dad

Chapter 7: Harsh

"Sami, we need to talk. Can you meet me somewhere?" Alec texted me, as I was eating my pancakes.

"Yeah, can we talk in the car? I just got stranded at ihop, so you kinda need to pick me up." I texted back, annoyed that I didn't have my own car. It's not my fault my mom doesn't make a lot of money. I guess I could always get a job though...

"Yeah.. I'll be there in 10 minutes." He texted back.

"Can I have the bill?" I asked a waitress, as she was walking by my table. She nodded, as she pulled a small receipt out of her apron.

I put 15 dollars down on the table, along. with a 4 dollar tip. Eating at restaurants is a lot of money. Adulthood was going to suck.

"I'm out front, Ready?" Alec texted, as I put my coat on. I headed outside, seeing his Jeep sitting their with it's engine on.

I got in, with Paige's leftovers of course, and buckled up. I took drivers training classes, and the way they described what would happen if you didn't wear a seatbelt were very nasty.

"My parents grounded me for 7 months. And they are taking my phone away for 3 months. And my car privileges. They are super upset Sami. They yelled at me all night, and they look at me like I'm some demon child." He sighed, as we drove onto the highway.

"Well, my mom didn't really care at all. She's kinda chill." I laughed, not knowing that it would set Alec off.

"My parents aren't like that and you know it! My fathers a pastor, and my mom is a hardcore Christian. My whole family is going to look down at me for years! Sami, you don't understand and you never will!" He complained, as we got close to the high school. I saw the huge indoor track field, and A bunch of runners running like nothing could stop them. Our school was known for excellent track stars, so instead of getting a million dollar football field, they built an outdoor track.

"Alec, if it's so bad, then why did they let you text me and pick me up from ihop? They still love you and care about you! At least you have two parents, I don't even have one that cares about me." I argued back.

"You always make everything about you! And the only reason they let me is so that I could break-" He started to say, but stopped. I went silent, with everything rushing around in my head.

"You wanted to what? Break up with me?" I cried, as he pulled over on the side of the road.

"My parents say that you are a whore, and that they never want to see me with you again. They are making me break up with you. And honestly, I think it's for the best." He told me, in a rough voice that didn't show any emotions. He couldn't believe in that, we were in love. At least I thought we were.

"Let's face it Sami, the only time we like each other is during sex. And we just argue the rest of the time. It's not healthy. Now let me drive you home." He said blatantly, as he started to get out on the road again.

"No! I'm not riding with you!" I yelled, as he slammed on the brakes. I jumped out of the car, onto the cold road. He honked at me, and yelled at me from the car.

"Sami, you're being insane. Just get back in the car! You have no where else to go!" He shouted, but it was to late. I couldn't go back to him after he said those things to me.

The truth was, that he was partly right. But I loved him, well I used to love him. And he broke my heart.

"Fuck You!" I yelled, as I ran down the slick road. I was a pretty fast runner, but I didn't want to be on a track team. I hated competitions, it didn't really matter if you won or lost to me.

But at this point in time, I couldn't tell if this was a loss or a win.