“Well, are you going to answer it?” Anna asked the pale faced Marissa
“Nope, and Seth I thought you said she wasn’t getting here until Friday.” Marissa whispered
“She’s not, but I think she’s staying with a friend in L.A.” Seth said as he held onto the still ringing cell phone.
“Here, I’ll answer it for you.” Anna said as she grabbed the cell phone away from Seth and answered it, stopping the voice immediately.
“What the hell are you doing?!!” Marissa screamed as she tackled Anna to the ground “Give me my phone!”
Anna fell backwards as Marissa scrambled to pick up her cell that had slid across the hall. She grabbed it, her hands rather sore. (Her cuts are still healing). She put the phone up to her ear and with a shaky voice said
“Marissa?” came the kind and familiar voice of Hailey.
“Yea.” Marissa said as she walked back over to Seth and Anna who had by that time rejoined Seth at his locker.
“Hailey?” Seth asked Marissa as she leaned against her jammed locker.
Marissa nodded, not showing a bit of happiness at the mention.
“So...how are you?” Hailey asked, trying to make conversation
*How am I? How am I? What do you think?!* Marissa’s thoughts raged
“Okay I guess.....look I have to go.” Marissa said hurriedly before she hung up.
She slumped against the lockers with a sigh.
“You okay?” Seth tried to comfort Marissa
“Leave me alone.” Marissa mumbled as she got up and walked out of Harbor.
Marissa dialed Volchek’s number and told him to come and pick her up so that she could go and get her car. They arrived at Marissa’s trailer in less than 10 and she drove her car back to Volchek’s place, getting out and following him into his apartment. (If you could even call his place an apartment? It looks more like a shack to me or maybe even a garage?)
Volchek took a seat on the couch and Marissa did the same.
“You okay? You seem kinda down.” Volchek said as he took the last drag from his cigarette before putting it out.
“No more talking.” Marissa said as she leaned over Volchek and took a small container of coke from his front shirt pocket.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Volchek said as he twisted off the cap....