.”“NO!” he yelled before jerking himself off the seat and landing on his butt on the floor.Despite his maneuver, I still had his eyes locked wit... mine, and I was starting to feel something deep down that I knew was going to have to come out.Eric spat, “STOP IT, you FAKE! You SON OF A BITCH!”“Timmy,” Suzi said carefully while moving into our direct line of vision.Eric spat angrily, “Don’t you EVER do that again!” as he got back up on the seat next to Candice.“Well?” Suzi queried, turning towards. Twenty minutes later, I was wondering how far away the convenience store was, but no one else seemed concerned, so I shrugged it off. But just under an hour later, the police were at the door."Mrs. Mercer? Mrs. Faye Mercer?" the cop asked."Yes..." Faye began to look worried."Can we step inside?" Newsies were all over the place out front."Certainly..." Faye backed up."Ma'am, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your husband's car hit a bridge abutment off the access road to 695. He didn't. She leaned back against the couch and remembered back to a time when she was a fourteen-year-old freshman in high school. She was short and obese, her mousy brown hair hung limply in greasy clumps against her forehead. She wore braces, and had a terrible case of acne. She had been dubbed as scary Carey but some of the more cruel kids in school. Sara’s only redeeming quality were her huge chocolate brown eyes. She was shy and kept to herself going through the mundane routine of high school when. “That's none of your business!” I retort throwing a couch pillow at him.“Hah! I suppose not B. Just be safe so your mom doesn't kill me.” Ben smiles at me causing me to smile involuntarily as he flashes his amazing dimples. “I hope you don't mind, but I dug through your room to pick out your outfit for today... figured you didn't want to start out in your panties where you left off yesterday!”Just then June walks out. “Uh oh. I can hardly wait to see what you found” she admonishes as she.