Secrets Kill

Birthday

You know when your mother would punish you for something you did, but you would try to cover it up with puppy dog eyes that said 'Please I will never do it again'.  Well that was what my friend Sammy was doing at this moment, well actually she tried to, but failed miserably. I looked at her and sighed.

"Sam please don't give me that face" I said while sitting on my couch sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Please Scar just this once, please that's all I ask of you and I promise it won't be all night. Besides you can't sit here alone on your birthday". Sam pleaded while sitting on the couch next to me.

I contemplated on what she said for a moment. Maybe going out wasn't such a bad idea.  Although I really wanted to cuddle up on my couch, in my little apartment, with a blanket, a hot steaming cup of hot chocolate, a romance movie while bawling my eyes out after the long day I had had, just thank God was Friday night.

I remembered my last birthday and let me tell you, it didn't end up to well. A bottle of vodka was probably too much. We didn't know how we got home. 

"I know you want to.  Besides I heard that new club was rocking and look at it this way, it's your birthday. I want to do something for you. It's not everyday someone turns 20. I won't pester you next year" She said giving me her bright smile on that pretty face of hers.

"Okay, firstly did you just call me old? I give up" I said looking at my best friend hands up in surrender.

She squalled happily jumping up and down.  "Thank you" she said.

"Let me get something on but I swear Sam this is the last time I listen to you. You will be the death of me one day", I said shaking my head at my friend but I had a smile on my lips.

"Aw, that's the spirit. You know I love you" She said getting all gushy on me.

"Yeah, yeah I know" I said downing the last of my coffee and heading to get myself ready for this night.  I got changed and looked myself over in the mirror. I wasn't really something to look at. I had on a short, black, one shoulder dress that stopped mid-thigh showing of my slender legs. The dress wasn't too short to say I'm slutty or anything, but it hugged my body in all the right places. My dark, mid-length hair cascaded down my back in waves. The smoky eye shadow made my green eyes pop, so I was good to go. 

"Scarlet Alex Santoro are you done already?" Sam yelled from the lounge area.

"Jeez I'm coming, hold your horses" I yelled back, while walking to where she stood.

Sometimes I wondered how we ended up as best friends. We were total opposites. I mean Sam was a total catch with short, blonde hair, baby blue eyes and a slender body. She just looked like a model. While I on the other hand was, well me. I mentally laughed at that thought.

"Um... Scar I don't think you can go without shoes?" she said while pointing at my bare feet. 

"Oh shit sorry" I mumbled, going back for my shoes, searching for them in my wardrobe.

'Okay shoes, shoes, Ah there you are' I grabbed my 4 inch red heels and headed back.

I saw what she was wearing, the blue short dress hugged her curved perfectly.  "Gosh girl you do go all out, don't you?" I said looking at her.

"Well I can say the same for you birthday girl" she complimented me back and we walked out the door laughing heading to my old car. I started the engine and drove to our destination.

When I got this car it was second hand and it took me ages to save up for it. It was my prized position and it never failed on me. Life wasn't the easiest for me growing up. My mother passed away when I was 11 and I didn't know my father well, and I didn't want to. From what my mother told me, he was an unpleasant man. He walked out on me and my mother when I was just 6 years old. If I ever get to meet him again, that is if he was still alive, I would tell him just what I thought of him. However,  the last I heard he was dead, killed in a car accident.