The Midnight Gang

Chapter 38

After I got back from my run I quickly showered, got dressed and headed down to breakfast.

When I got there everybody was already there spread out across the large table. When I said spread out I mean all of my friends were one end and Elizabeth was the other end, hunched over not making a sound.

"Morning guys. How was your sleep?"

All I got were mumbles of 'yeah' and 'sure'.

"Look guys, I don't understand why most of you are caring about it so much. The only people who should be in a grump is Samuel, and yes I used your full name, and Poppy. I know she was angry but think about it, if you ran away by yourself and you made friends and then they left without any word a week later, you would also be mad. You'd want revenge. And that's what happened. I'm not saying to forgive her straight away and be the best of friends but at least try and sort it out. Get on some kind of civilized agreement. So, sort it out. Before I get back." And with that I was gone.

Samuel's POV

I looked at Poppy and we had a silent argument about what we should do but we shortly agreed.

Adrian's POV

I motioned to everybody besides Sam and Poppy to leave and let the three of them sort it out.

Elizabeth's POV

Slowly everybody started to get up and leave besides Sam and Poppy. This is going to be long.

Scarlett's POV

I walked to the gym in the far south of place taking a short detour to my room to put my gym clothes back on. Once I got there, I connected my wireless earphones to my phone and placed it on the side and played my music at full blast. I walked over to the punching bag, wrapped my hands, and started taking my anger out on the bag.

I hit the bag over and over and over and over again until I collapsed to the floor in tears. I cried. And cried. And cried until no more tears fell.

I sat there, my music playing in the background my mind racing. Solitary tears slowly climb down my face as I sit there, numb of emotions. My mind races with possibilities of why I was so angry, but I come up empty handed.

I slowly get up and unwrap my hands. I make my way to the nearest bathroom and wash my face until I look like I haven't been crying. I grab my phone and make my way to my bedroom and get in the shower and sit there, losing track of time in the process.