Author's Note: I'mjust reminding you guys about Mac's character. I needed a guy for Ruthie in this story, and instead of making a new character, I thought Mac was the right guy.

BUT JUST REMINDING YOU THAT MAC, IN THIS STORY, IS A STRANGER TO CAMDENS. BEFORE RUTHIE HAD MOVED, SHE DID NOT KNOW MAC HAD EXIST!!

Chapter 4: Anger

"I just don't know why I'm so frustrated. I think I've been angry for such a long time; I actually think I was angry before we moved here." Ruthie was getting all of her feelings off her chest.

During that same night, Mac had driven Ruthie to a nearby beach. As they lying together on the sand, Mac held Ruthie in his arms. Ruthie was gracious knowing that she had someone who would talk to her. Mac didn't see Ruthie as a child; he saw her as an adult.

"Maybe deep down, you hadn't allowed yourself to be angry." Mac suggested.

"It's just that I've been seen as a little girl for such a long time; and when I have to handle a serious problem, I'm not sure if anyone will take me seriously."

Mac leaned in and said to Ruthie, "I take you seriously."

Ruthie hardly knew Mac, but she really liked him. He was handsome, caring, and his charm had always swept her off her feet.

Mac looked deep into her eyes and said, "I really want to kiss you right now."

Without thinking, Ruthie said, "Then why don't you?"

Mac gently took her face in his hands and kissed her with the utmost passion. The closer she was with him, the more she thought she was falling in love with him.

Midnight had arrived and Ruthie was just now heading home. Ruthie has never stood out this late before, and she didn't know how her parents would react.

Mac had dropped her off at the corner (she did not want her parents to see her with an older guy), she quietly entered her house. Just after taking a few steps, Ruthie found her parents sitting in the dinning room; apparently they've been waiting for her.

Her mother immediately stood up and said very angrily, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

Ruthie did not know what to do; she was merely staring at her parents.

"Why aren't you talking!" her mother raised her voice.

"You guys can calm down," Ruthie finally spoke, but her tone was more defensive, "I wasn't out doing drugs or breaking the law, I was just clearing my head."

"You know what Ruthie," Her father interrupted, "We know that you're upset and we know that you hate this move, but this does not give you the right to sneak off like this!"

"Why do you assume my biggest problem is this move? Did you ever think that I might be dealing with bigger problems?" Ruthie argued.

"Ruthie, you're sixteen! You don't have life- changing problems." Her mother intruded, "Now listen! Even though this move might seem horrific, I promise, you'll come to love this home."

"Did you not just hear me?!" Ruthie calmed her voice down, "I'm sick of everyone treating me as if I'm still child."

After that moment, Ruthie did not wait to be excused. She stormed off to her room. She wasn't going to waste the rest of the night just to be yelled at.