WITH THINGS WE CAN'T HAVE

CHAPTER EIGHT

The best of the worst scenarios. 

"Come on we never go out! You're always so far away and now that you're finally back home you're telling me you don't wanna go?"  Kendall pleaded. 

I felt terrible for not wanting to go out but My best friend needed a break, and this would only make things worse..  We couldn't go out and drink?

"I-I."  just tell her no!

My eyes shifted to Victor silently praying he would help me out on telling her but he was as quiet as a mouse.    

I needed to be saved, and he clearly wouldn't save me. No Victor, would only watch to see the outcome. 

Kendall had wanted to go to the club, but I didn't think that was such a good idea, and from the look on Victor's face, neither did he.

He wasn't pleased at all by what Kendall wanted.  But also wasn't trying to help me either!  This dude was so confusing! 

"Come on, we never go out and have fun together! I promise I won't overdo it! I promise, so pretty please say yes!"  She jumped up from the couch, begging me to follow her plans.

I looked to Victor again for help but got ignored by him once again.  I breathed air and mustered up the courage to say no to my very excited best friend even when I felt terrible.

"Kendall...I don't think that's a great idea."   Her face dropped when she heard my words, and she didn't seem too happy. 

She stomped her foot and pointed an accusing finger at Victor,  "This is your fault! You got her all worried about me and now she's scared I'll go over the edge."   She seethed in anger. 

"Sorry to say sis but I've got nothing to do with this."   Victor crossed his arms and leaned back on the countertop. 

Her outrage took me by surprise, but instead of taking a step back, I stepped forward as she started walking towards Victor ready to throw hands.

At that moment,  I understood why Victor was so concerned and cold about Kendall's relapse.  Because in this fragile stage,  she became aggressive. 

I wasn't quick enough to keep her from throwing herself onto Victor; she slugged him in the face and pushed hard against his chest, trying to cause more harm.

"Kendall, stop!"  I reached for my best friend, who didn't even seem like my best friend.

Victor held his hand up, stopping me in my tracks,  he still had a strong hold on a thrashing Kendall.

An odd emotion swirled in the pit of my stomach as I watched my best friend completely lash out for no reason.

She threw herself around in his embrace trying to break free of Victor's hold.

"I can't even have fun with anyone because of you!" Kendall's hands came in contact with his chest again with blow after blow. 

I was learning why Victor was so unbelievably upset about her relapsing. Kendall was violent,  and I mean very violent when she was in this delicate stage. 

"Kendall, stop!"  I yelled. 

My head turned to prevent me from seeing the damage she was causing, and I closed my eyes.

I couldn't keep watching her abuse the only person who has helped her with everything she's been through these past few months, and don't get me wrong, Victor wasn't. Even if I disliked Vic, he didn't deserve to be hit.

Kenny didn't listen to a word I had to say; she just kept rambling on about random things and trying to hit her brother, who had a very tight hold on her wrist to prevent her from hitting him even more.