CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN

SCARLETT'S POV.

After finding out that it had been Penelope Cruz Luca had been talking to at the door, I'd gotten mad and then rushed up to my bedroom to go vent out some of my anger and frustration. But then when I'd gotten there and taken a well needed deep breath, I'd felt myself calming down and had decided that thrashing things was not going to solve anything.

Maybe I actually needed to see a psychologist. Smashing things and going all crazy whenever I was mad was not a good thing. And the fact that I'd tried to end my life that day still scared the shit out of me.

I had flopped down on my bed and switched off my cellphone after seeing all the messages from a few school friends, asking how I was doing. I knew they were only trying to get more information on the hot topic of my dad and I really wasn't down for that shit.

The news has started to spread even more widely now and I feared that my life was never going to remain the same again. I was going to be known as the sick ass