Face That Screams

The first thought I had was: What the hell was this freaken girl doing standing here at my house? My second thought was: Why is she yelling at me? I didn't do anything to her!
My third thought: Get the **** off of my property.

Ok, well, my dad's property. Whatever! You get the point! She can't just come here to my house and yell at me!

"Yes, I live here," I said, rolling my eyes.

I know that I shouldn't be giving attitude to a crazy person, but I couldn't help it. I was really annoyed.

"You're a slut!" she yelled at me. "Do you think you can do whatever you want? Do you think that you're better than everyone else? Do you think that you can just waltz in and just screw everything up? Do you?"

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," I told her, what I thought to be very sincerely.

"That's right, play dumb," she sneered at me. "Pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about."

"Really, Farrah, I have no idea what you're talking about," I said to her, honestly confused about everything.

"I know everything, Courtney," she said to me.

"Oh, really?" I asked her. "Then tell me what you know because I certainly don't know. No clue what you're talking about."

"I know that you slept with Taylor!" She shouted. "I know you did!"

I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. I burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" she asked, angrily. "I don't see what's so funny."

I couldn't stop laughing at her ridiculous accusation. I was practically kneeling on the ground.

"Shut up!" she screamed in my face. "I know you've been talking to him. I saw the two of you yesterday! I followed him to your store and saw you guys together!"

"He came in the store looking for me!" I exclaimed. "He left after I told him that I had a boyfriend."

"You? A boyfriend?" she scoffed at me. "Please, I saw the way you were looking at my man. There is no way that you have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I do, it's Henry," I told her, rolling my eyes. It was her turn to laugh uncontrollably.

"Please, you and Henry?" she said, in disbelief. She continued laughing for another minute before she could control herself. "Right. Like that would ever happen. Get out here so I can kick your ass!"

I tried closing the door on her, but she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me out of the house. We were struggling for control for.. I don't know how long. All of a sudden, I saw Farrah's fist and felt it collide into my nose. I felt blood trickling down my face. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Courtney? What's goin-" I heard Brittany say before I heard a yell. I felt Brittany pulling me into the house while I gave Farrah a huge push that sent her on the ground. I quickly shut the door and locked it behind me.

"Come out here, you whore!" I heard her shriek. "You don't sleep with my man and get away with it!" She banged loudly on my door.

I looked at Brittany. I was terrified. There was a crazy, screaming psychopath outside my house.

"I'm going to call the police, Court," she said in a gentle voice. "It's going to be ok." I nodded and hoped that she was right.

"Get out here!" More pounding.

"Hurry, Brittany!" I cried as she quickly punched the numbers 9 1 1 on the phone.