Chapter 123
123 All Messed Up
Scarlett’s POV
I have never felt so bad in my life.
To my “family“, I have always bullied Ava. I broke her stuff, and I said mean things to her. I did. I have broken her stuff before, but mostly replaceable stuff like the pile of shit I threw out of the window today. And mostly because she broke my things first, or that she broke them herself and blamed me.
I have never broken something this meaningful for anyone, especially Ava. Maybe it just doesn’t happen often enough so that I’m feeling like sitting on a thousand needles?
Ava has been crying — fake crying – in front of her room while Alfred cleans it for a while now. I have been sitting on the empty dinner table and waiting for her cry to turn into a real one, for a while.
I got really good at telling apart her real and fake cries — her nose gets stuffed when it’s real. That means she hasn’t realized the apple of her eye is several pieces of an apple now.
I feel like I’m sitting on fire.
I kept telling myself that it would be okay. I no longer see them as families, so I’m not afraid of them! But I can’t stop my mind from rehearsing what would happen over and over again as it tires itself out.
Guilt. This is what real guilt feels like,
Can I say I didn’t do it on purpose? I didn’t! It was there because I didn’t throw it out of the window after I have thrown most of the things off! I wouldn’t even believe myself… Maybe I should say that I was just really mad at Ava, and I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Ava uses this as a legit excuse all the time. But somehow it just doesn’t sound legit in my
mind. Maybe if Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
“What’s with the jittery look?” Sebastian’s voice suddenly rises by my ear as his hands land on my shoulders.
I swear Ljumped out of the chair at his mean scare! “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I hiss at him my heart pounding in my chest so loud that I think even he can hear
He lets out a light, surprised laugh.
“I thought this kind of sister’s war happened like, every day?” He cocks his eyebrows, having his fun taunting me.
I glare at him.
“Is that quilt I see in your eyes?” Sebastian looks carefully at my eyes as if doing accurate science, “You don’t look like someone who does evil all the time…rookie.”
“Not as much as you do,” I retort back nastily, “and who’s your source on that? Ava?”
Sebastian frowns lightly, and I turn to leave.
“Wait a minute,” Sebastian grabs my wrist, and I swing him off by instinct
“You have no right to touch me!” I know part of my anger is because I’m on edge now, but he asked for it.
“Ohh, I thought I have every right, MRS. Knight,” He stresses the word Mrs, smirking evilly as he reaches for my wrist slowly, “You tore our divorce papers, remember?”
I really want to slap him another share right here right now if I didn’t know better than to give him exactly what he wants.
“And this is how you beg me for it?” try to pull my wrist out. He doesn’t
even put any force on my wrist, but his fingers form a strong circle that i can’t break free from either. The more I struggle the happier he grins.
In the end, I stop, glaring at him as I wait. He curves his lips, rubbing the back of my wrist slowly with his thumb: “No, this is my way of saying thank you”
He pulls my wrist slowly until my palm covers his heart – very lightly. I thought it was just another cheesy way of wooing, but then I opened my eyes wide in shock-
In his inner chest pocket are some china pieces! Ava’s doll!
“You own me now,” He says, one word after another, keeping my hand over his chest as if making a vow,
Did he mean “owe“? That’s a very unfortunate mistake for a battle line.
“I do NOT owe you anything!” I want to sound fierce, but I dare not raise my voice on my own crime, “You didn’t tell her because you didn’t want her to be sad! You didn’t do it for me, and I certainly wouldn’t give you the divorce papers so easily!”
Sebastian chuckles, only saying something weirder: “No, you wouldn’t. I just want to say – 1, owe, you.”
No. This is all wrong! “O” is not own. “On” is own!!! Ahhhh!