His Fate

Chapter 3

"Why?" I said, trying to hold my tears back as I looked towards Mark. He was a good friend to Ryan and  treated me like his sister. Why this all of a sudden? Have I made a mistake? Did I not judge him too well? 
All these thoughts were hurting my head as I did not know what to do in this situation.

"Calm down Scarlett, I think you misreading this." Ryan said with confusion and uncertainty. Why is my brother not doing anything, why is he not hugging me and trying to comfort me? Is he believing Mark? I looked towards Damian, to see that he was staring at Mark, anger and rage were present in his eyes and I knew what would happen next. Before I could say something, Damian was on Mark, in a matter of seconds Mark was groaning out of pain and I was surprised at what was happening in front of me.

Ryan was trying to separate them but Damian was not budging.
"Damian" I said quietly, exhausted.
He immediately stopped after he had heard my voice, he stood up from Mark's battered body and towards me. He pulled me into his arms and I was shocked, trying to decipher what had just happened.

My eyes began to blur, as my whole body shook.
"It's all ok Scar" Damian whispered, tightening his hold on me. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms as I cried my heart out. Damian loosened his grip and i looked around my room and saw my brother looking between me and Damian. I was angry that Damian was acting as the brother instead of Ryan, angry that he chose his friend over me.

"Can everyone please leave my room." I said, exhausted at how this night went.
Mark was the first to go, I was not done with him yet but it had to wait until tomorrow.
My brother wanted to say something but after he noticed what my current state was he went out of my room, hesitantly. Damian looked at me as he smiled, assuring me with his smile that he was there for me.

"Lock your room Scarlett, and stay safe" he said as he left, closing the door behind him.
I ran to the door as I locked it tightly, trying to remember how this had went wrong.
My eyes were blur again, tears started to stream down my eyes. That night I haven't slept as I was traumatised to even close my eyes, but my eyes eventually gave up and darkness seeped through.

I looked at Ryan laughing and was about to say something when Liam came behind him. I haven't told Liam about the incident, he and Ryan are best friends and that might ruin the Friendship they had between them. I wanted to tell Liam countless time about the incident but failed, knowing that telling him would be futile since the incident was in the past.

"What was that about?" Liam asked, raising an eye brow suspiciously.
"About what?" I asked, knowing what he meant. He saw me and Damian's encounter and wanted to know about Damian's behavior towards me earlier.
"You know what I'm talking about Scar" Liam said, irritated. Why would he be irritated if Damian was talking to me?

"Why, are you jealous?" I asked with sarcasm as I saw Ryan watching our exchange with confusion. I turned away from them and walked, as I entered my room, locking the door tightly behind me.
I was tired of this drama and tired on how my life is going, maybe I need a change of scenery.

My phone rang and I noticed that I had few missed calls on my phone, from Damian. Why was he calling me? I called him back and immediately the phone was answered.
"Hey Little Star, I wanted to know if you are available to go with me to New York?" He asked. What a coincidence, I was just thinking of a change in scenery, maybe today was my lucky day although I had to decline his offer for whole different reason.

"Um..I'm sorry but I have to say no, I'm busy with uh..Ryan, he is sick" I said, trying to come up with a perfect excuse.
"Ok Scar, take care of your brother" he said, amused at my terrible yet reasonable excuse. Maybe I should go with him but I know he is going to New York for an  'official business '. I knew better not to trust a mobster even if the guy was a gentleman like Damian.

I started checking my phone for other messages when one particular popped up.

Zoe: Can you meet me at the mall in an hour, I need to tell you something.

Is she ok? Zoe was my only friend that doesn't care about who and what my friends were. Some girls have a problem that most of my friends are guys and some look like ' gangster-ish ', that's what they've said. I mean why do they want to know about my friends and  not me?

I checked when the message was sent into my phone and it had been two hours ago. I think I maybe in trouble, Zoe is the person who will wait until the person she had waiting for had arrived, that was one of the qualities I had liked about her, patience.
I started to open my room and ran towards the door, not caring how I looked like, I mean it's Zoe, she does not care about appearance even though her blond hair and blue eyes said another story.

Yeah, Zoe is the one beautiful and I'm that girl who sits and watches everything until it's about me, that's when I get into action.
I am the average girl, not skinny nor fat, brunette hair, and my eyes are blue, like my mother. My car had stopped in front of the mall as I jumped out of the car hurriedly, maybe she just left, or maybe she might have started to roll up her sleeve and had gotten ready to punch me if I had made an excuse.

When I entered the mall, I saw a blond girl that has been waiting for two hours, devastated and searching around the mall for...me. What had made her devastated? I thought as sadness cams over me, maybe it had been me, I was such a horrible friend to her. I haven't noticed that Zoe had seen me and started to run to me with blurred eyes as she hugged me. I was shocked as I was thrown back by her behavior, was it me that made her cry like that?