i said you are all i need, yeah // k.s.

Chapter 7

SCARLET'S POV

I woke up when I felt the bed dip from beside me. I opened my eyes to be in a dimly lit room, the only light coming in from the moonlight that shone in from the window. I turned my head to see Keaton, getting under the covers and snuggling close to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I smiled, leaning my head against his chest.

"Hey," I breathed happily, as he pressed his lips to my hair.

"Hey, Scar. How are you feeling?" he sighed. He seemed kind of tired. Not just tired as in he needed sleep, but if a lot of weights have just been thrown onto his shoulders. Did something happen while I was asleep? He doesn't seem as happy as he was when I was awake.

"I'm okay. What about you? Did something happen when I was asleep?" I asked curiously, even though I knew that if something did happen, he probably wasn't going to tell me.

He shook his head, but I knew he was lying. Something was definitely up. Told you.

"Are you sure, baby?" I asked again, thinking maybe he might actually tell me this time. It looked like he was about to spill, but he shut his mouth again. Darn it. I was so close too.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Everything's fine, just a bit tired," he reassured me with a small smile. Liar. But I'll let it slide for now. At least he was telling me part of the truth. I'll get it out of him later.

I smiled back, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "How long have I been out?"

He turned his head to look at the alarm clock at the side of the bed. Wow, I didn't even see it there. Well I'm stupid. "It's almost midnight. You've been out for a few hours."

"Oh."

"Are you still tired?"

I nodded and a yawn escaped my lips. "Yeah, a bit."

"Okay. So you're gonna stay and go back to sleep with me then?" he asked, a cheeky smile curving onto his lips.

I giggled. "Yeah. Goodnight, Keaton."

"Goodnight, Scarlet."

I immediately fell back asleep to the sound of Keaton's heartbeat quietly thudding against my ear.

*

"Please, Jared stop! Don't hurt him anymore! I'm begging you!" I cried out, tears running down my red cheeks like a waterfall as I thrashed around in the tight ropes that kept me from running to the love of my life and saving him from that monster.

"Shut up, bitch!" Jared shouted at me, as he watched in pleasure as Keaton began coughing up blood onto the cement ground from when Jared kicked him as hard as he could in the stomach about twenty or so times. I couldn't watch him get hurt anymore. Every time Jared's hard fist or weapon or boot made contact with Keaton's fragile skin, I felt as if someone was stabbing me in the heart with a knife a gazillion times. I just couldn't take it.

"Keaton, I am s-so so s-sorry," I stuttered through my tears, my eyes red and swollen from so much crying.

"I'm fine, baby. D-don't be sorry," Keaton managed to croak out in between coughs, more and more blood spewing out and leaving his body as each second ticked by. I think he's dying. The love of my life is dying, and it's all my fault. All. My. Fault.

"Both of you, shut the fuck up! Or I'll kill him now!" Jared snarled, throwing another punch into Keaton's jaw. I screamed, and soon felt a sharp pain stinging through my left cheek. I winced. Jared had slapped me, and hard too. Well, there'd be a bruise there later.

"Don't t-touch her!" Keaton gasped, more of his dark red blood dripping down his bruised up face and lips. He looked so hurt and broken. I can't stand it. Jared hurting the one I love, is hurting me too.

"I said shut your fucking trap!" Jared yelled, and I closed my eyes as I waited to hear the impact of his fist meeting contact with Keaton's skin again, but it never came.

Instead, I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in my lower abdomen. It hurt worse than anything had hurt before. This pain was excruciating. I gasped and ripped my eyes open to see a knife jabbed in my stomach, right where my child was growing. No. I screamed bloody murder, and began crying harder than ever. "No! Jared, why? My baby! You're g-gonna kill him!"

Blood began pouring from the wound in my stomach, a burning sensation running through my body at top speed. I knew then that he killed my baby. He killed him. My child that was growing inside of me, had lost its life in just seconds. "Keaton, our baby..no," I whimpered, tears blurring my vision.

"It's going to b-be okay, Scar. I p-promise," Keaton gasped, falling to the floor in his own little pool of fresh blood. Jared snickered. "I l-love you so much, Scarlet."

His loving words only made me cry harder, unconsciousness beginning to take over me. "I love you t-too, Keats."

Before I could even blink, I heard Keaton take in a large gasp of air-Jared had stabbed him with a steak knife..

Directly into his pumping heart.

*

"Baby, wake up! Scarlet, wake up, sweetheart!" a familiar voice yell-whispered into my ear. I sat upright with a start, sweat covering my cheeks and forehead. Tears were running down my cheeks, and my heart was racing at a million beats a minute.

"Keaton!" I cried, burying my face into his chest as he held me tight in his arms.

It was all just a dream. We were okay. Keaton and I were safe. We were alive. It was just a really bad nightmare.

He rubbed my back soothingly as he tried to calm me down. "Shh, Scar, it's okay. Everything's alright. Did you have a nightmare?"

I nodded into his shirt, my body slightly shaking with fear. That was probably the worst nightmare I had ever had. Two of the people that I loved more than life got killed.

Keaton and my baby died.

"You were screaming my name in your sleep. Did I..get hurt?" he asked me softly, rubbing circles in my back with his finger.

I whimpered. "Yeah..you died," I whispered, breaking into complete sobs as soon as I finished my sentence. I can't even imagine living without him. I'd probably kill myself if I had to live without Keaton with me. It's impossible.

"Don't cry, Scar, I'm right here. I'm alive," he murmured in my ear, and I slowly relaxed.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sniffled. "The baby died too, Keats." I instinctively put my hand to my lower abdomen, gently resting it on my stomach. Keaton then set his hand on top of mine, surges of electricity flying throughout our bodies at each others touch.

"It's okay, baby. No one is going to hurt any of us. I promise."

I nodded, trying to believe his words. We got back into our sleeping positions and closed our eyes, Keaton's breathing becoming even after a minute, indicating that he was asleep. I tried to, but I just couldn't. You know why?

Whenever I have nightmares, one thing always comes true in real life from my dream. It never seemed to fail. My dreams were like showings of the future. That's why they seemed to terrify me so much.

That means one thing.

I'm going to lose either Keaton or the baby.

One of them are going to die.