Sam stared at Marissa at first in shock then anger taking over. "You didn't
get anyone killed! If it weren't for you we'd still be locked up in some
cave and probably both dead, because they blew that place all to Hell."
Tears then hit her eyes hard. "I don't know where you got this third wheel
idea, but that is the STUPIDEST thing you've ever said. I've been trying to
take care of you, but I guess that doesn't matter much does it? Apparently
the fact that you are my best friend has completely escaped you. If you
don't want me around FINE," she fled the room heading down the stairs tears
blinding her. She was hurt and angry and scared and she felt as though she
might be sick any moment now.
Marissa turned to Milo "That's your key to go after her."
She went over to the closet and took out her jeans and leather jacket,
heading to the bathroom to change. She was getting the hell out of there
and she was leaving now.
The cut on her hand started to throb.
