“I thought you would do that. I don’t really care if you read it, I wrote it years ago.” he gave her the steel look that she knew too well, he was lying. “These are from…an old friend that I think you would like.”

     He put another envelope that had sprawling hand writing on it. She knew that hand writing, and didn’t want him to see her surprise. He handed it to her and waved good-bye to Shay, he didn’t dare go over to him, as Carla stood with her hands on his shoulders. Shane watched him go both relieved and sad; even though she hated him he was still her father. She turned around to find Jenny and Alice holding on to Carmen; it looked as if they were ready to restrain her just in case. She looked around the quiet café; all eyes were on her, watching every move.

     She could feel her anger pulsing through her veins; her heart was beating hard against her chest. The room was masked by a red fog, she felt like she had to do something to get it out. It was poison and she felt it take over, with out thinking she grabbed a near by chair and threw it out the window. The shattering glass only fed her anger, she turned and flipped the table next to her. She broke everything in her arm’s reach; the crowd was too stunned to do anything, to say anything.

     She felt a hand on her back, she turned ready to hit who ever the fuck it was. She stopped when she saw Carmen stand there. She could feel the anger slowly melt away; her heart was still racing, only for a different reason. She tried to calm down, to let it all go, for her and Shay.

     She couldn’t take her guilt anymore; she never wanted to let him get to her like he did. She looked away from Carmen and her questioning eyes; she felt her hand touch the side of her face. She ran her hand along her cheek down to her neck stopping over her heart. She didn’t say anything; she didn’t move she just stood there, her hands lacing a line of electricity from her fingertips.