Post by Scarlet Rose Harris on Aug 24, 2011 22:22:50 GMT -5
Scarlet set the empty champagne glass down upon the silver tray as she smiled at one of the many boys and girls dressed in the waiter attire, carrying around the au douvres and champagne. “ Thank you,” she said, picking up another. ‘ Shouldn’t you be drinking water now that you’re father has announced his campaign?” Shannon asked through a tight smile as she hugged Scarlet with anything in the world but affection.”Shouldn’t you be off being dipped in gold to complete the trophy aura? “ Shannon watched Scarlet, not letting her smile flicker from its position. ”That’s not the dress we picked out for you darling. Aren’t you afraid it’s a bit…slutty?”. Scarlet laughed before she licked her lips and looked around the room. ”Aren’t your actions?”Scarlet sighed before she tilted her head to the side and smiled sweetly, making her way past her stepmother. ‘ Scarlet, you promised you would behave tonight.’ Shannon called out to her sternly.” Weird, I think my father made a few promises to my mom during their wedding ceremony. But.. yikes, somehow you sneaked your way into their relationship. I don’t think she knew you were a part of the ‘ for better or for worse’ part of their marriage. But damn,.. props to you for stickin’ it out as the mistress through her death. That’s commitment,there. That must’ve been so hard. For you.”. Scarlet lifted her champagne glass to Shannon. “ You look lovely. You’re worth every penny that you’re fucking my dad for,”. Scarlet tilted her head back and polished off the glass of champagne quickly as she left her stepmother behind her. In the old days, when it was just banquets for her father being a Senator, Logan had been the one that stood by her side. He was so good with crowds, answering questions, easing in. He was so personable. Hell, he’d probably make a damn good politician himself. Her father loved him. Always had. And when her mother was alive, she’d been a big fan of Logan as well. She wished she had him here tonight. He knew her, knew how to handle her. He should, he ‘dated’ her for long enough. She couldn’t find Zach, he’d gone off to make some sort of phone call which only left Scarlet to look for answers at the bottom of champagne glasses.
Scarlet ran her hand through her hair and shook it out as she took long steps across the banquet floor. At least she saw Mackenzie, and it was damn good timing. “ Excuse me, Miss Harris? Do you have a few moments just for a couple of questions?”. Scarlet looked over to where she had seen Mackenzie but then turned to the reporter and put on a polite smile. He was only doing his job after all. “Of course.. thank you so much for coming tonight.”. She wrapped her arms behind herself casually, setting the champagne glass gently down behind her before she brought her hands back in front of herself. “ Word had is it that you are in your sophomore year of college. And it also seems that you’re following your fathers footsteps. Majoring in Political Science? That’s quite impressive. That must be it’s safe to assume you have your fathers vote”. Scarlet smiled,brushing her hair from her face and forcing the same natural laughter that she had learned early on in life. ” Actually I think a lot of people are surprised to find out that,… I don’t intend on voting for my father. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think other people should,”. The reporter made a slightly confused face,”I’m sorry?”. Scarlet smiled again, giving a more quiet laughter. “ I’ll explain” she said, smiling as though she had known the reporter her entire life. “ My father is running a campaign that he is very passionate about. It’s the most important thing in his life and.. you might not know how he feels about a lot of things, because he’s a private man, but you know how he feels about politics. Even if I don’t agree with him on …anything.. I still respect the fact that he’s really passionate about what he’s trying to do. How many daughters out there actually agree with their father? None my age.. But I think he really taught me something so much more important than politics. Growing up I learned that it’s more important to find a cause you believe in, have a reason for it, and to follow through. He and I have different outlooks but I respect how driven he is on things he cares about.He’s strong, and not someone who is going to bend under pressure of what some other ‘suits’ might want. He taught me to care about political issues, and not just what is ‘trendy’ at the moment. We don’t see eye to eye on .. immigration issues or, what constitutes as love.. what should or shouldn’t be raised with taxes, how the government should spend its’ money, what the appropriate things to have war on are, social, economic, international issues but. He taught me to be passionate. And I know that it doesn’t matter to him whether or not I vote. It matters to him whether or not I exercise my right to vote, and if I do so with all of the knowledge I need on all candidates. If he’s not the best man for the job, he’d be comfortable knowing that as long as he knows that my generation is going out there and making wise choices, instead of trendy ones. He’d rather see me exercise my right, than he would decide what my right is. He’s proud of my opinions, even if they’re different. I’m a nineteen year old girl, he’s a middle aged man. We shouldn’t have the same opinions on things. How insane would that be? I don’t want to be a product of manufacturing. I want to see the world, have my own experiences, let them form my opinions. He’d want the same exact thing for me. “ Scarlet looked back over her shoulder to see if Mackenzie was still circulating the room before she smiled back at the reporter.
“ Speaking of your own life experiences. Some pretty important ones revolve around your brother and mother, what do you think their opinion towards all of this would be?” Scarlet narrowed her eyebrows slightly , “All of this?” she questioned back. ‘ The campaign,or a reporter asking incredibly invasive questions?” . Scarlet could feel herself tensing up as she tried to maintain her smile,” What is your last memory of your mother and your brother?” the reporter asked bluntly.” That’s not relevant to the campaign.” Scarlet said, any indication of a pleasant tone now void in her infliction. ”Enjoy your evening,” she said before she turned on the spikes of her heels and made her away from the incredibly rude reporter. “Oh hi, hey” Scarlet said, quickly catching up to another champagne tray before she picked up a fresh glass. “Thank you” she said beneath her breath before she began to nurse the drink and made her way out to the balcony of the banquet hall. Fresh air was never a bad idea, and now was as good a time as any.
“ Oh my gosh, you made my favorite!” Scarlet had squealed happily, coming into the kitchen and smelling pancakes and bacon as she rounded the corner. ‘ Well we’re making Noah’s favorite for dinner, tonight. Don’t tell him…I’ve got everything waiting in the fridge to start cooking when I get home from work,” her mom smiled as she looked over at Scarlet and offered her the plate of breakfast. ” Amazing” Scarlet said, kissing her mom on the cheek and made her way towards the table. Noah came into the kitchen quickly, gliding in on his skateboard before he zoomed past Scarlet and took a piece of bacon off her plate. ‘ Noah, no skateboarding’ her mother had said, not even turning around to scold him. Noah rolled his eyes before he started eating the bacon and kickedthe edge of his skateboard before he caught it and leaned it against the wall. “ Saw you making out with your boyfriend" Noah said, grinning at Scarlet. " Scarlet, be careful about what you do with boys. You don’t want people to get the wrong impression of you” her mom said,casting Scarlet a disapproving look. Scarlet reached her foot up under the table and kicked Noah’s shin as she glared at him. He grinned at her before he reached over and took the top pancake off of her stack and started eating it, sitting back in his own seat. “ Okay, you kids go to the bus stop. I’m picking you up from school and I have a surprise for each of you,…go go”. Scarlet picked up her glass of orange juice and drank half of it as quickly as she could before she sat it down. “Bye mom!” she called out, giving her a quick hug before she ran out the door, quickly followed by Noah.
“Maybe she forgot about us” he had said, standing outside on the curb in the front of the school.”Mom never forgets us” Scarlet said out of annoyance before she sat down. It didn’t take long before Noah noticed their fathers car making a turn into the parking lot and nudged Scarlet. “ Come on,”. Scarlet sighed as she stood up, taking her hair out of her ponytail and smiled as she waved to her father. The entire ride home had been silent, Noah and Scarlet casting ‘what the hell is going on’ looks to one another before the car finally stopped and they followed him inside. “ ….Where’s mom?” Scarlet finally asked, looking around the kitchen. Noah’s favorite dinner wasn’t being made. Music wasn’t coming from the kitchen where she usually played it. “ Your mother left us,Scarlet. She’s not here anymore. Her bags are packed and she’s gone,”. Scarlet laughed once,that was impossible. “ What?”. She backed away quickly as her father yelled at the top of his lungs, “ She left us, Scarlet”. Noah seemed to be trying to process all of the information, he was always the one that took a step back, analyzed. “ Give me your phones” he instructed, looking at both of his children. “ You’re not going to school for a few days, give me your phones.”. Scarlet still hadn’t been able to process everything, and now she wasn’t going to school? And giving her dad her phone? Noah grabbed Scarlet’s phone from the side of her backpack and took his own out of his pocket, holding them out to their father. A few minutes later their internet was disconnected and as Scarlet tried to get on to message Logan, she realized she was completely cut off from the rest of the world.
“ You sick god damn son of a bitch”. Scarlet opened her eyes as she heard her brother yelling downstairs. She sat up tiredly, yawning as she pushed the blankets off of her legs and wiped her fingers along the creases of her eyes before she made her way downstairs. “ Noah?” she asked, following where she had heard his voice coming from. As she walked into the living room she gasped, walking in on time to see Noah pull his arm back to get momentum and strike their father across the face with a punch. “ Noah!” she yelled out to him, thinking he had lost his damn mind. She watched as their father stumbled back and held onto the coffee table as he caught himself. But next she quickly noticed how he was wearing a suit, which was strange because he hardly ever wore suits. He dressed nicely, but it was approachable. Today he seemed so detached, cut off. Noah stood with his fists clenched before he turned and saw Scarlet, softening his stance a little. “ Scarlet, we have to go”. he said so calmly, as though it was the most simple thing in the world. He stepped away from their father. “ Come on, I’m taking you to Logan’s”. Scarlet took her hand away from her mouth, not realizing she had thrown it there when she gasped. “ What?” she said, finally looking away from their father and at Noah. “ Mom’s dead,Scarlet. She didn’t leave us. She died three days ago and he’s kept us locked in here like animals, shut off from our friends, family,…television… anything that would have told us about it. Come on, I’m taking you to Logan’s”. Scarlet closed her eyes, shaking her head. “ Wait,, I don’t.. I don’t get it.. what?” she had asked. The feeling in her stomach had been the worst in her entire life, and it was one she prayed she would never feel again.Unfortunately, she was wrong. But the gap between when she left her home, and when she realized she was sitting on Logan’s couch and crying into his chest, will be lost forever. To this day she couldn’t remember how she had gotten there,what her and Noah had talked about, how she explained it to Logan. She had no idea how much he would truly be there for her in her life.
Scarlet leaned against the balcony, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. She’d abandoned the idea of drinking individual glasses of champagne and was now holding onto a bottle. Noah had always loved champagne. She missed the small smile that came across his features once he had gotten giddy, drank just a little too much. It was less than a year after her mothers death and Shannon had moved in, taking her place, her room, her wardrobe, her checking account, spot in the parking garage, seat at the table. “ I’m just saying that in the long run of things, the loss of your mother was a push for your father. He wouldn’t bet he man he is today if she hadn’t passed away. He wouldn’t be in politics, he wouldn’t be making a difference and he wouldn’t be shaping your family the way he is trying to” Shannon had said, talking out of her ass per usual. Scarlet sat still staring at her, half tempted to shove the fork that she was holding into the dense skull of hers. “ Bad things happen for a reason.” she said again, smiling as she blinked stupidly and looked at everyone. “ I’m done,” Scarlet said, throwing her fork onto the plate and standing up from the table before she left. “ School doesn’t start for an hour” her father said, not looking up from his newspaper. “ Actually I’m not going to school, I’m living life as a stripper and doing lines of blow during my freetime,” Scarlet said, pulling on her sneakers since she had to wear her cheerleading uniform to school that day. “ We’ll see you after school, honey” he said, clearly not paying attention to anything she said. Scarlet gave him a mock salute before she headed out to her car.
Ten hours later and Scarlet was standing in a busy hospital hallway, covered in her brothers blood. “ Are you happy?! You stupid bitch!” Scarlet yelled at the top of her lungs, being pulled back by Logan’s comforting arms. “ Are you happy?!” Scarlet could feel herself both trying to pull away from Logan, and falling into his chest at the same time. His grip around her was firm, but she could tell he was also trying to be gentle. She couldn’t even mentally process what had happened over the last hour. Seeing the car get hit, roll into the ditch. Trying to take him out, calling Logan on her way to the hospital in the ambulance with Noah, holding onto his hand as tightly as she could, though she knew, she knew he wasn’t going to make it. Something inside of her had broken that day.Part of her had changed, after her mother died. She looked at relationships differently, didn’t want one with labels. But when Noah died, she literally felt a piece of herself go with him. “ I hate you!” she yelled at both Shannon, and her father who was wrapping his arm around Shannon protectively as Scarlet yelled at her. Up until that day she had put up with Shannon,dealt with the idiotic things she said, let them brush off her shoulder.But she’d had enough, she was done.There was no need to try and pretend anymore, that’s not the way Scarlet wanted to live her life. From now on she was going to do what she wanted. The last person who actually gave a damn about her in her family had just died in her arms. The rest of them could go to hell. Scarlet buried her face into Logans chest before she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. She wasn’t sure how long he had held her, though she knew it was hours. She’d fallen asleep, and when she woke up he was still holding her. Though they weren’t at the hospital anymore,they were at his place. There wasn’t a more comforting place than in Logans arms, against his chest, feeling his warmth.
Scarlet took her hand away from the champagne bottle and wiped away a few stray tears before she sniffed and stood up straight, trying to concentrate on fixing her hair and looking more presentable. She did not need to love Logan Renner. He was in love with Blake. He loved Scarlet but not in the way that she cared about him. He didn’t stay awake at night remembering that moment.He didn’t have the same feeling of safety in holding her, that she had felt with him. Zach reminded her so much of him sometimes. He cared about her, it seemed, but he also let her do her own thing, was there when she needed him but didn’t suffocate her. He scared her, more than she wanted to admit it. The nervous butterfly feeling she got in her stomach, the reminder of what she had once felt for Logan and how quickly that could be torn away. Zach wasn’t an idiot, he’d wise up. He’d find his own version of Blake Parker,the same way Logan had. That’s one reason she didn’t want to admit how she felt about him.But anyone that knew Scarlet;… Mackenzie, Ryan, Shane, Logan,Riley,Mandi,if they knew she hadn’t slept with Zach yet, they would have known he was different. That he meant something, even if Scarlet didn’t want to admit it to herself. Scarlet finished the bottle of champagne before she slipped out of her heels and looked at the railing on the balcony. She smiled to herself before she placed her hands on the edge of it and pushed herself up, standing against the thick cement. She reached her fingers up slowly and touched a stream of the lights that were decorated outside. She held it there for a moment, looking at the glow against her skin before she dropped her hand and started walking along the railing.
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Scarlet ran her hand through her hair and shook it out as she took long steps across the banquet floor. At least she saw Mackenzie, and it was damn good timing. “ Excuse me, Miss Harris? Do you have a few moments just for a couple of questions?”. Scarlet looked over to where she had seen Mackenzie but then turned to the reporter and put on a polite smile. He was only doing his job after all. “Of course.. thank you so much for coming tonight.”. She wrapped her arms behind herself casually, setting the champagne glass gently down behind her before she brought her hands back in front of herself. “ Word had is it that you are in your sophomore year of college. And it also seems that you’re following your fathers footsteps. Majoring in Political Science? That’s quite impressive. That must be it’s safe to assume you have your fathers vote”. Scarlet smiled,brushing her hair from her face and forcing the same natural laughter that she had learned early on in life. ” Actually I think a lot of people are surprised to find out that,… I don’t intend on voting for my father. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think other people should,”. The reporter made a slightly confused face,”I’m sorry?”. Scarlet smiled again, giving a more quiet laughter. “ I’ll explain” she said, smiling as though she had known the reporter her entire life. “ My father is running a campaign that he is very passionate about. It’s the most important thing in his life and.. you might not know how he feels about a lot of things, because he’s a private man, but you know how he feels about politics. Even if I don’t agree with him on …anything.. I still respect the fact that he’s really passionate about what he’s trying to do. How many daughters out there actually agree with their father? None my age.. But I think he really taught me something so much more important than politics. Growing up I learned that it’s more important to find a cause you believe in, have a reason for it, and to follow through. He and I have different outlooks but I respect how driven he is on things he cares about.He’s strong, and not someone who is going to bend under pressure of what some other ‘suits’ might want. He taught me to care about political issues, and not just what is ‘trendy’ at the moment. We don’t see eye to eye on .. immigration issues or, what constitutes as love.. what should or shouldn’t be raised with taxes, how the government should spend its’ money, what the appropriate things to have war on are, social, economic, international issues but. He taught me to be passionate. And I know that it doesn’t matter to him whether or not I vote. It matters to him whether or not I exercise my right to vote, and if I do so with all of the knowledge I need on all candidates. If he’s not the best man for the job, he’d be comfortable knowing that as long as he knows that my generation is going out there and making wise choices, instead of trendy ones. He’d rather see me exercise my right, than he would decide what my right is. He’s proud of my opinions, even if they’re different. I’m a nineteen year old girl, he’s a middle aged man. We shouldn’t have the same opinions on things. How insane would that be? I don’t want to be a product of manufacturing. I want to see the world, have my own experiences, let them form my opinions. He’d want the same exact thing for me. “ Scarlet looked back over her shoulder to see if Mackenzie was still circulating the room before she smiled back at the reporter.
“ Speaking of your own life experiences. Some pretty important ones revolve around your brother and mother, what do you think their opinion towards all of this would be?” Scarlet narrowed her eyebrows slightly , “All of this?” she questioned back. ‘ The campaign,or a reporter asking incredibly invasive questions?” . Scarlet could feel herself tensing up as she tried to maintain her smile,” What is your last memory of your mother and your brother?” the reporter asked bluntly.” That’s not relevant to the campaign.” Scarlet said, any indication of a pleasant tone now void in her infliction. ”Enjoy your evening,” she said before she turned on the spikes of her heels and made her away from the incredibly rude reporter. “Oh hi, hey” Scarlet said, quickly catching up to another champagne tray before she picked up a fresh glass. “Thank you” she said beneath her breath before she began to nurse the drink and made her way out to the balcony of the banquet hall. Fresh air was never a bad idea, and now was as good a time as any.
“ Oh my gosh, you made my favorite!” Scarlet had squealed happily, coming into the kitchen and smelling pancakes and bacon as she rounded the corner. ‘ Well we’re making Noah’s favorite for dinner, tonight. Don’t tell him…I’ve got everything waiting in the fridge to start cooking when I get home from work,” her mom smiled as she looked over at Scarlet and offered her the plate of breakfast. ” Amazing” Scarlet said, kissing her mom on the cheek and made her way towards the table. Noah came into the kitchen quickly, gliding in on his skateboard before he zoomed past Scarlet and took a piece of bacon off her plate. ‘ Noah, no skateboarding’ her mother had said, not even turning around to scold him. Noah rolled his eyes before he started eating the bacon and kickedthe edge of his skateboard before he caught it and leaned it against the wall. “ Saw you making out with your boyfriend" Noah said, grinning at Scarlet. " Scarlet, be careful about what you do with boys. You don’t want people to get the wrong impression of you” her mom said,casting Scarlet a disapproving look. Scarlet reached her foot up under the table and kicked Noah’s shin as she glared at him. He grinned at her before he reached over and took the top pancake off of her stack and started eating it, sitting back in his own seat. “ Okay, you kids go to the bus stop. I’m picking you up from school and I have a surprise for each of you,…go go”. Scarlet picked up her glass of orange juice and drank half of it as quickly as she could before she sat it down. “Bye mom!” she called out, giving her a quick hug before she ran out the door, quickly followed by Noah.
“Maybe she forgot about us” he had said, standing outside on the curb in the front of the school.”Mom never forgets us” Scarlet said out of annoyance before she sat down. It didn’t take long before Noah noticed their fathers car making a turn into the parking lot and nudged Scarlet. “ Come on,”. Scarlet sighed as she stood up, taking her hair out of her ponytail and smiled as she waved to her father. The entire ride home had been silent, Noah and Scarlet casting ‘what the hell is going on’ looks to one another before the car finally stopped and they followed him inside. “ ….Where’s mom?” Scarlet finally asked, looking around the kitchen. Noah’s favorite dinner wasn’t being made. Music wasn’t coming from the kitchen where she usually played it. “ Your mother left us,Scarlet. She’s not here anymore. Her bags are packed and she’s gone,”. Scarlet laughed once,that was impossible. “ What?”. She backed away quickly as her father yelled at the top of his lungs, “ She left us, Scarlet”. Noah seemed to be trying to process all of the information, he was always the one that took a step back, analyzed. “ Give me your phones” he instructed, looking at both of his children. “ You’re not going to school for a few days, give me your phones.”. Scarlet still hadn’t been able to process everything, and now she wasn’t going to school? And giving her dad her phone? Noah grabbed Scarlet’s phone from the side of her backpack and took his own out of his pocket, holding them out to their father. A few minutes later their internet was disconnected and as Scarlet tried to get on to message Logan, she realized she was completely cut off from the rest of the world.
“ You sick god damn son of a bitch”. Scarlet opened her eyes as she heard her brother yelling downstairs. She sat up tiredly, yawning as she pushed the blankets off of her legs and wiped her fingers along the creases of her eyes before she made her way downstairs. “ Noah?” she asked, following where she had heard his voice coming from. As she walked into the living room she gasped, walking in on time to see Noah pull his arm back to get momentum and strike their father across the face with a punch. “ Noah!” she yelled out to him, thinking he had lost his damn mind. She watched as their father stumbled back and held onto the coffee table as he caught himself. But next she quickly noticed how he was wearing a suit, which was strange because he hardly ever wore suits. He dressed nicely, but it was approachable. Today he seemed so detached, cut off. Noah stood with his fists clenched before he turned and saw Scarlet, softening his stance a little. “ Scarlet, we have to go”. he said so calmly, as though it was the most simple thing in the world. He stepped away from their father. “ Come on, I’m taking you to Logan’s”. Scarlet took her hand away from her mouth, not realizing she had thrown it there when she gasped. “ What?” she said, finally looking away from their father and at Noah. “ Mom’s dead,Scarlet. She didn’t leave us. She died three days ago and he’s kept us locked in here like animals, shut off from our friends, family,…television… anything that would have told us about it. Come on, I’m taking you to Logan’s”. Scarlet closed her eyes, shaking her head. “ Wait,, I don’t.. I don’t get it.. what?” she had asked. The feeling in her stomach had been the worst in her entire life, and it was one she prayed she would never feel again.Unfortunately, she was wrong. But the gap between when she left her home, and when she realized she was sitting on Logan’s couch and crying into his chest, will be lost forever. To this day she couldn’t remember how she had gotten there,what her and Noah had talked about, how she explained it to Logan. She had no idea how much he would truly be there for her in her life.
Scarlet leaned against the balcony, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. She’d abandoned the idea of drinking individual glasses of champagne and was now holding onto a bottle. Noah had always loved champagne. She missed the small smile that came across his features once he had gotten giddy, drank just a little too much. It was less than a year after her mothers death and Shannon had moved in, taking her place, her room, her wardrobe, her checking account, spot in the parking garage, seat at the table. “ I’m just saying that in the long run of things, the loss of your mother was a push for your father. He wouldn’t bet he man he is today if she hadn’t passed away. He wouldn’t be in politics, he wouldn’t be making a difference and he wouldn’t be shaping your family the way he is trying to” Shannon had said, talking out of her ass per usual. Scarlet sat still staring at her, half tempted to shove the fork that she was holding into the dense skull of hers. “ Bad things happen for a reason.” she said again, smiling as she blinked stupidly and looked at everyone. “ I’m done,” Scarlet said, throwing her fork onto the plate and standing up from the table before she left. “ School doesn’t start for an hour” her father said, not looking up from his newspaper. “ Actually I’m not going to school, I’m living life as a stripper and doing lines of blow during my freetime,” Scarlet said, pulling on her sneakers since she had to wear her cheerleading uniform to school that day. “ We’ll see you after school, honey” he said, clearly not paying attention to anything she said. Scarlet gave him a mock salute before she headed out to her car.
Ten hours later and Scarlet was standing in a busy hospital hallway, covered in her brothers blood. “ Are you happy?! You stupid bitch!” Scarlet yelled at the top of her lungs, being pulled back by Logan’s comforting arms. “ Are you happy?!” Scarlet could feel herself both trying to pull away from Logan, and falling into his chest at the same time. His grip around her was firm, but she could tell he was also trying to be gentle. She couldn’t even mentally process what had happened over the last hour. Seeing the car get hit, roll into the ditch. Trying to take him out, calling Logan on her way to the hospital in the ambulance with Noah, holding onto his hand as tightly as she could, though she knew, she knew he wasn’t going to make it. Something inside of her had broken that day.Part of her had changed, after her mother died. She looked at relationships differently, didn’t want one with labels. But when Noah died, she literally felt a piece of herself go with him. “ I hate you!” she yelled at both Shannon, and her father who was wrapping his arm around Shannon protectively as Scarlet yelled at her. Up until that day she had put up with Shannon,dealt with the idiotic things she said, let them brush off her shoulder.But she’d had enough, she was done.There was no need to try and pretend anymore, that’s not the way Scarlet wanted to live her life. From now on she was going to do what she wanted. The last person who actually gave a damn about her in her family had just died in her arms. The rest of them could go to hell. Scarlet buried her face into Logans chest before she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. She wasn’t sure how long he had held her, though she knew it was hours. She’d fallen asleep, and when she woke up he was still holding her. Though they weren’t at the hospital anymore,they were at his place. There wasn’t a more comforting place than in Logans arms, against his chest, feeling his warmth.
Scarlet took her hand away from the champagne bottle and wiped away a few stray tears before she sniffed and stood up straight, trying to concentrate on fixing her hair and looking more presentable. She did not need to love Logan Renner. He was in love with Blake. He loved Scarlet but not in the way that she cared about him. He didn’t stay awake at night remembering that moment.He didn’t have the same feeling of safety in holding her, that she had felt with him. Zach reminded her so much of him sometimes. He cared about her, it seemed, but he also let her do her own thing, was there when she needed him but didn’t suffocate her. He scared her, more than she wanted to admit it. The nervous butterfly feeling she got in her stomach, the reminder of what she had once felt for Logan and how quickly that could be torn away. Zach wasn’t an idiot, he’d wise up. He’d find his own version of Blake Parker,the same way Logan had. That’s one reason she didn’t want to admit how she felt about him.But anyone that knew Scarlet;… Mackenzie, Ryan, Shane, Logan,Riley,Mandi,if they knew she hadn’t slept with Zach yet, they would have known he was different. That he meant something, even if Scarlet didn’t want to admit it to herself. Scarlet finished the bottle of champagne before she slipped out of her heels and looked at the railing on the balcony. She smiled to herself before she placed her hands on the edge of it and pushed herself up, standing against the thick cement. She reached her fingers up slowly and touched a stream of the lights that were decorated outside. She held it there for a moment, looking at the glow against her skin before she dropped her hand and started walking along the railing.
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