A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up! i tried to post it b4 and ffnet totally shut down on me! Crap chap really, its pretty short, but there will be drugs in the next chap, i promise! please R&R! (also, if u have a comment about my comment on someone else's story, please don't use a review to criticize my opinion, seeing as reviews are intended to give ur opinion of MY story, not theirs. just to clear up confusion, i don't mean u ghostwriter, i mean everyone else who decided to comment about full of grace's story in my review box.) now that i'm done ranting, enjoy!

An angry woman dragged the young blonde towards the car.

"Of all the things you could do and all the days to do them, you just had to pick my wedding!"

She stopped to take good, hard look at the disheveled hair, the unbuttoned shirt, the loose tie. She knew exactly what he had done. Anger overtook her, and she fought the urge to slap him upside the head.

"Get in the car!"

Scott sat in silence as his mother screamed at him, paused to take a breath, and started screaming all over again.

"Of all the irresponsible things… you couldn't just keep it in your pants, could you? Martin's going to love this, his screwed up ex-wife and her screwed up wedding where she spent half the night looking for her son instead of having a good time and RELAXING like the bride is supposed to do!"

And she went on and on. But it wasn't his fault. Why did everyone always blame him? At the next red light, Susan whirled upon him again.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

Was he to be blamed because his mother decided that she had to go and date some old guy who she didn't even BOTHER to mention to Scott until the wedding? Was he to blame because his perfect family had fallen apart to let in a witch like Elaine?

Finally he exploded. "What the hell was I thinking? What the hell were you thinking? You drag me down here to be part of this… this joke! Who the hell is that guy anyway? You didn't give enough of a shit to even tell me that you had a boyfriend, and you expect me to be happy for you? Let's all bring out a keg and celebrate, Mom! Big FUCKING whoopee!"

He never saw the hand, but there was no mistaking the pain in his left cheek. Susan turned back to the road when the line of cars behind her started honking. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"When we get home," her normally calm voice shook with anger, "you are packing your things, and you are leaving. Understand?"

Scott didn't answer. Instead, he looked out the window. Rows of picket fences passed in a blur, mothers in lawn chairs watching children in their front yards. Fathers playing catch with their sons, and the occasional daughter. Perfection in all its mundaneity flaunted itself at him through a transparent wall, mocking him.

The phone rang twice before someone picked up.

"Barringer residence." That feminine voice never failed to irk her.

"Hello, is Martin available?"

"Yes he is. May I ask who's calling?"

Susan gritted her teeth. She wasn't one for small talk. "No you may not. Just give him the phone please."

The telephone changed hands and the familiar gruffness of her ex-husband replaced the stiffness of Elaine. "Hello?"

"Scott is coming home today. You're going to have to pick him up from the airport tonight."

Confusion filled his voice. "But he's not due back for another week."

"Change of plans."

"What happened? Is he feeling sick again?"

"No. He got drunk and slept with some random girl. I bet he doesn't even know her name."

Martin was in shock. Of course his teenage son was, well, a teenager, but he wasn't the type of guy to drink and pick up girls. There were all sorts of alcohol in the house but Scott had never touched any of it.

"I-well, um-"

"You need to talk to him about this. Don't forget to pick him up."

Susan slammed down the phone.

The ride to the airport was done in an angry silence that filled the green sedan with gloom. Scott didn't want to leave on bad terms with his mother, but he didn't want to apologize either. He had meant everything he said; his mother just didn't seem to care anymore. Scott wordlessly took his bags out of the trunk and his mother walked him into the terminal to wait for his flight. When he reached Gate 27, the flight that would take him back to his hell-hole, Susan turned and walked towards the exit. He watched her go, leaving him and his life behind as she went to go celebrate her new one. Without even saying goodbye.