CHAPTER 16

Disputes, misunderstandings and tears happen in every fight no matter how small the topic is. Guilt now follows hand in hand with regret and oh I wish I would have thought before screwing shit up.

Sage walked alone home and it felt ironic on how things change soo fast, she was laughing with her friends some hours ago but now it felt like it was only an imagination that seized to exist.

She walked into her favorite shop, wore her favorite boxing gloves and punched the big black punching bag. She had to let it all out… the fact that she was a shit head that ruined all that she build herself.

"Well you know what makes my day better?" Alan sat at the stool across Sage smirking.

"And what is that?" she spat not even glancing at him. This only made him happier.

"When you have a crappy day and no matter how hard you punch that your life only gets worse," he received a punch that made him fly across the room, "What the fuck Sage?"

"You better swallow your words next time," she took her bag and threw it on her back only to fall flat on the floor, she looked up and spat blood

"Your so gonna regret this?" She punched him again but he was ready this time which he missed and kicked her stomach making her fall again flat on the floor.

"You see you are a pathetic looser that pretends to keep it all under control but all you do is destroy everything," sage stood up threw a fist that landed straight on Alan's face busting his lips.

"You don't get to say that, you are the looser, you dropped out of school and lived like a beggar you are." Alan just laughed and it was evident that that statement was his weak point, he never liked anyone to call him that a beggar it brought in foul memories.

He walked leaving Sage on the ground panting and catching her breath,

"You shouldn't have said that," the old man walked in and stretched his hand out to her and helped her sit in the couch.

"Well he started it, he spat ice and I spat fire" The old man only signed. Sage looked at her face in the mirror and laughed she just become like he previous friends, violent, sharp tongue.

Her phone rang interrupting her thoughts,

"You need to come home quickly…." And with that the person on the other side hanged up.

In the Landon mansion, the temperature was tense. Sally was busy parking her clothes on her bag, on the other side Luke was busy panicking, this was not the moment of acting like a chicken he had to do something before it was too late.

But before he could move a step, the door bust open and Samantha barged in like she was crazy, this was indeed one of her luckiest day. She had planned it all and her stupid son fell into her trap,

"You don't need to talk it out," she barked, "Let her go, it's her lose, she's been nothing but a parasite in the Landon." Samantha was so happy that she could bust anytime but Luke was not having it right now,

"Don't you have shame walking in your son's room?" this woman was too much and this was the last time she was going to deal with her. She tolerated her for twenty years but not anymore.

"You cheat on my son and still talk about shame," Samantha walked to were Sally was, she grabbed sally's her shoving her a side and lifted the big bag and poured all the clothes down and all Sally's belongings scatted around including money, jewelries and some documents.

Everyone was stunned even Sally herself, she didn't recall putting all that in her bag just now….

"We provide for you and you still have the nerve to steal from us?" Samantha yelled and slapped Sally making her fall in the broken Vase.

'Hiss' she cried out Luke ran and held her,

"Mom what have you done? Is this really necessary," Luke's face was now dark in color from anger and rage.

"What the heck is happening here... the neighbors are out the gate…"