The friends collide (literally)

Locking his car, John headed for the front door, only to have it swing open right before him. Blinking in surprise, he took a large step back as Doe came scurrying out of her house, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She collided with him head on before he could really react, and then both went tumbling down into the dewy grass, Doe letting out a surprised squeak as they did. It took a moment to recover, but slowly John sat back up, groaning as he rubbed his head. Glancing over to his friend, he found her already gathering herself up on unsteady legs, the tear flow still unhindered.

“Doe what h-”

“I’ll tell you in the car just please, please take me away from here, John. I can stand this place for one more fucking minute. PLEASE!” Brown eyes widened as she begged, locked upon his crouched form, pleading for compassion. The boy was confused as to what was going on, but he was never one to turn down his best friend. So it was that, struggling to his feet, he softly whispered an “alright” before guiding her to his car. Doe, however, was a complete and utter wreck.

Then at last the final piece of the puzzle came charging out the door. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going, bitch?” The roar drew John’s attention immediately, jerking his head towards the front of the house. Standing there was Doe’s father- an older man, well known amongst her friends for the **** he leveled upon his children, both verbally and physically. However, no one had ever seen his daughter look this bad before.

“I’m getting the hell away from you! You can’t just scream at people…” She shouted back in protest. Her father, however, looked as it he might pop a blood vessel.

“The hell I can’t. You can’t walk out of this house dressed like such a slut. You’re an embarrassment…now get your ass inside before you cause any more trouble!” It was only then that he seemed to notice John at last. “And you, what the hell do you think you’re doing with my daughter? She didn’t tell me anything about a friend coming today, so you better get your scrawny ass off of my-.”

‘SHUT UP!’ The voice in John’s mind screamed. His eyes glowed a deep and dreadful crimson for a moment, before dropping back into their normal hue. There was a pause, and then all present found that the old man had fallen deathly still. As his fists paled from the pressure they were bringing, far worse thoughts echoed through his mind. Suddenly Doe’s father was blown backwards, clean off his feet…before he went scurrying into the house, terror spreading all across his face. The door came shut with an echoing crack.

Nonchalantly, John slipped into his car, and motioned a rather stunned best friend to do the same.