Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2008 21:33:42 -0400 From: Alex White Subject: Scott and Alex: Chapter 8 Hey everyone! WOW i got a flood of responses! Keep 'em coming! Chapter 8: "I-I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO." I sobbed, an unearthly shriek piercing from my throat. "Alex CALM DOWN!" yelled Jen." "Alex, please come on!" said Lindsay "What on EARTH is going on!?" I sobbed, weakly leaning on Jen, who hugged me; her face awash with concern and anger. "Who did this to you!?" she demanded. "Scott..." I groaned, saying his name was like piercing my heart with a knife. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening! We've been together since I was 10. He couldn't just...abandon me. Who would...protect me? From everything and anyone who even THOUGHT of doing me harm. It's was only now, that I can realize what he's actually done for me. And now what was I going to do. Life was a whole new world, a dark and hopeless world. "Alex, WHAT is going on?" Lindsay demanded. She sat on the very jean chair in Jen's suite that Scott and I had curled up on just a few days ago. This was AWFULL, everything was a reminder of him, and it made me sick. But HE broke up with me. I told him I wasn't serious. But no! It was HIM. Well, if he wants to fuck up one of the best relationships he'll EVER have, then he can fucking do as he please. He doesn't deserve me. And I didn't deserve this. My sorrow quickly had turned to anger, resentment, and a deep wound that may never heal. I stood up and walked out the door. "Alex, WAIT GOD DAMNIT!" yelled Jen. I kept going. I walked, walked, walked, and ignored the comments, the questions, and the shouts. I looked around me, and I was lost. It didn't disturb me. The crisp October air nipped cruelly at my face, as I walked through the dark night. The air was peaceful, but as I walked the sound of pumping, electrifying music was becoming increasingly louder. I was freezing. It's not a good excuse I know, but still. I walked up to the house, a mansion in the back of Scott's neighborhood. Lights were pumping, and a party was in full swing. And I knew who the owner of the house was too. Christian Coach. Boy, have I got some things to say to him. ********************************************************* I know, i know, its short. But remember, it's updated everyday, and i have 17 done. :) Aussiemon61392@gmail.com, Aussiemon61392@comcast.net or aim me at Aussiemon61392