::Scar Face::

VI - Not a Mistake

"You've GOT to be kidding me." Ashton exclaimed when I told him about my conversation with Audrey. It was about 4 O'clock, and I was spending the night at Ashton's house. We were sitting in his room, playing Call Of Duty.

"I'm not." I informed him. "She's actually really nice." The kid was decent, but he was very rude when it came to anyone who looked different. Honestly, it was really annoying.

He let out a scoffing laugh. "Nice?!" He nearly yelled. "How can you say she's 'nice' when she's all cut up like that?!"

That made me angry. Ashton hadn't spoken to Audrey, he didn't know what she's like at all. "You know what, Ashton?" I said, my voice dangerously low, as it always was when I was extremely. "No. You haven't spoken to her, all you see is the scar, and nothing else."

"There isn't much else to see." Ashton said, his voice raising, but more mocking than angry. "I'll bet the little bitch did it to herself."

I froze. "Say that again. I dare you." I said, turning off the XBox and looking him straight in his grey eyes.

"I said, 'the little bitch probably did it to herself.'" Ashton responded, staring me down hard.

I was really freaking mad now. "What do you know about her, or me, or anyone, or anything?!" I asked, my voice raising. "NOTHING!! YOU KNOW NOTHING, DAMMIT!!" Now I was screaming in anger. "YOU THINK THIS WHOLE FUCKING WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU!! IT DOESN'T!!" After my little rant, I lowered my voice. "One day, people are going to call your shit." I warned him.

Ashton seemed shocked and angry. I rarely even raised my voice, let alone screamed. This was a new level of anger for me. The last time I ever felt this angry was when I was put in a special Education class because I didn't know English.

"Fuck you." Ashton said in a dark voice. I scowled at him. "Go back to Asia, where you belong."

And with that, he stormed off.

I went home after the fight. To be honest, I didn't want to see Ashton again after that. He'd made me so made that I couldn't stand to be within twenty feet of him.

"Are home early." My mother said, questioningly. "Not spending the night?" She seemed concerned.

I shook my head. "I don't ever want to see Ashton again." I told her, bending down to pick up Suri.

My mom looked at her feet. "Was he mean about Girl?" She asked. My mother did not have the greatest English, but you could understand her.

I nodded. "Extremely." I said as I put Suri down and walked to my room.

I knew it wasn't a mistake to talk to Audrey. She was by far one of the nicest people I've ever met. Far nicer than Ashton, and he had been my best friend for years. The scar made her different and at first almost monstrous to look at, but now, it was just as much a part of who she was as her normal, light green eye.

She was, in a way, just like me. I remembered my Father's death. That's my sob story, but I was itching to find one thing:

Who was Audrey Myers?