The same roof 3|| HEROPHINE

thirty-eight: tall and handsome as hell

♫-Wildest dreams by Taylor Swift

꧁ Josephine's POV ꧂

I knew that there was something about Scarlett.
Something deep down that made her being that manipulative and that tough in every situation.
I have tattooed her destroyed eyes when Hero supposed the things that now we discovered being true.

Her parents really repudiated her just because her sexual orientation?
I'm literally so destroyed.

How a human can literally erase another little huma that came from your body, staid in your own body for almost a whole year or in case of the father how he could kick her out after educating her and growing her up...

I knew that there was something in her past because like a famous phrase says "Nobody borns criminal" as she never born this though and rude to people, she became it because life was tough with her.

Now I get why Hero was so soft with her even when she wasn't right.

Mixed emotions are running through every fiber of my body.

꧁ Hero's POV ꧂

I give her a quick look for the tenth time.
Her hands are trembling a bit, her cheeks are so red and her eyes filled of tears that are patently waiting.

I can so many things flashing on her forehead.
I can see how she's battling internally with her many emotions about what just happened.

"Stop thinking that." I finally speak out.
She looks at me with a lost look in her eyes, like she just fell from the clouds.
"Think of?" she asks.
"Stop feeling guilty." I tell her and I see her press her lips together.

I guess I just read her mind.

"More than guilty, I'm literally devastated by knowing that her parents really did a such a thing like that." she says with a tight voice.
"Now I can't watch her like I did before. I can't and I know that she will heart the way I'll look at her now. It's not pity it's just..." she search for the right word.
"Empathy." I tell her.
"Do you think?" she asks kinda happy about it.
"You literally had tears in your eyes listening at the storytelling. You was shaking." I take a breathe "You are extremely empathic Jo."
"And it's a extremely beautiful thing. I wish I could get into other people emotions like you do even with your writing." I keep saying.
"Thank you." she says showing me a little smile.
"No need to thank me are just facts but now stop thinking about it." I simply say.
"I can't. I really need to talk to her." she says clearing her throat.
"It's not a good idea. Not now, she needs to be in her own feelings, maybe tomorrow." I tell her.
She nods.

I keep driving and give some sneaky looks at her making sure that she's alright.
The is so much sadness and anger in her circled eyes because of the less sleep she got.

We stay silent for the whole drive listening at the horrible songs that were going through the radio.

"I'm sorry for waking you up this early. My blood was literally boiling in that moment." I tell her while the car doors are closing.
"Don't worry." she says almost in a whisper while her golden hair are lighting up with the first sun rises.
"Can I ask you a thing?" she asks while we are walking towards the building.
"Even two if you want." I tell her biting my lips to not laugh at her Crocs.
"How you didn't figured out earlier?" she asks me the same question that I asked myself when I read that chapter.
"Since I don't remember anything I just can guess that she maybe told me that she was bisexual and I believed her." I tell her.
"Yeah it can be. The first times that I hang out with her she told me that she was dating a guy but only now I'm realizing that I never saw him once." she tells me while I'm holding the door for me.
We get in and I look at the elevator but then I remember about Josephine avoiding them so I start to step on the stairs.
"Can I ask you a thing?" I ask her.
She looks at me with a light smile.
"Even two if you want." she says quoting my phrase.
"Why you never get the elevator? I remember that in the book Bella wasn't afraid of elevators or small spaces." I tell her.
"I wasn't since when I was in New York, I had a panic attack in one of them and I was stuck in it for so many floors." she explains.
"I'm sorry for that, did you ever thought to try to fight that fear?" I ask her.
She looks at me with her eyes wide open almost missing a step.
I can see how traumatised she is.
"No." she simply says.