| Chapter Six |
| You are sorry. A sorry mother!" I looked up to see Kayla's father, Blake. He was standing at the waiting room entrance with his newest conquest, another 16 year old, latched to his arm. And to think, he just turned 24! When I didn't respond he screamed even louder. "Can you not hear me? Were you too busy whoring around with your popstar wannabe friend?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then I saw Justin look at me with shock in his face. 'So she had told him about me. She didn't forget about me all these years.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then I saw Justin jump up from his seat. "Excuse me? Yo may have gotten away with that shit before, but NOT ANYMORE! you WILL NOT talk to her that way!" Blake went towards Justin and Lenny immediately stood up. "I wouldn't talk to my friends like that sir. I would hate to have to hurt you. So BACK OFF." I felt like I was in the twilight zone. Was this happening? It was nice to have friends defending me. Then for some reason, this surge of courage rushed through my body. I realized that I had let Blake talk bad about Justin and my instincts kicked in. I was on my feet and in Blake's face before anyone could move. Blake was totally stunned, he had never seen me act like that before. "Who the FUCK are you to talk about whoring around! You're a 24 year old pervert! Look at your little 16 year old slut! And as far as my 'wannabe popstar friend', I don't see YOUR band selling 1.3 million records in ONE FUCKING DAY! In fact, your band isn't even signed to a record label. So JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin couldn't believe his ears. 'So, she did follow my music.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then he grabbed my arm. "Chelle, sit down. You're getting yourself worked up over nothing." I sat down beside Justin, never taking my eyes off of Blake. "So, Michelle, what happened to MY daughter anyway?" I couldn't believe he had even had the balls to say that. "Blake, you are such an asshole! And MY daughter fell of the swing set. She was trying to jump off the swing, just like she always does. But you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?" He sat forward. "Well, if you wouldn't leave her with that 15 year old kid! This would have never happened!" I shot him an icy stare, "She loves Chris, which is more than I can say for you!" I looked at Justin, "Can I use your phone? I left mine at home, and I gotta call some people." He smiled as I gently touched his arm, "Yeah. Sure." I started with my Mom, she said she was on her way. Then I called Blake's parents. "Hey Mr. Roberts." I could see Blake mouthing obscenities at me. "Yeah, you should probably come down here. Yes, sir, he's here. No, he brought Misty. Yes, an ass....like usual. Okay, you too. Bye." Justin looked at me with shock in his face. "Oh, his dad knows how he is." Then I looked over at Blake, "Your father is on his way over." |