Flashing Lights (Scarlett X G!P Reader)

Chapter 14

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Y/N POV

My hands scrub the soaped up sponge against the dishes. I scrub the same spot until I can see my reflection in it. I stare over the counter at Scarlett while I rub and rub the sponge on the plate.

She's been sitting like that for the past hour.

Not speaking.

Not moving.

Shoulders tense, head angled at the television but eyes staring as if she's not even watching, almost as if she's looking through the television.

Her blonde hair is in a ponytail and her knuckles on both hands are bloodied and bruised. That means she fought back.

I can see the swollen side of her even from this angle, from seeing her backside. Her cheek is puffed out, her eye is all swollen, enough that I can see the puffy black and blue skin over here.

My body jolts and trembles when the slamming front door sounds throughout the house. I peek around the corner of the hallway and instantly spot the small dribbles of blood on the ground in the living room.

"Mama?" I whisper and slowly make my way to the room, tip-toeing so as not to startle her.

When I make it fully to the room, I spot Mom sitting up, hands folded on her lap, eyes forward, staring out the window, watching my father's rusty, rickety pickup truck backpedal out of the driveway and speed down the street, tires screeching on the blacktop.

"Mom. Are you okay?" I mumble, pulling my trembling hands into fists to steady my movements.

She doesn't respond.

She just stares ahead, a single tear streaming down her cheek, eyes void of expression. There's blood on her shirt, a trail of it starting from her mouth.

Some is splattered on her cheek, smeared around, hair going in every possible direction.

Shakily, I take cautious steps towards her, opening my hands so she knows I mean no harm and slowly reach towards her, placing my hand on her shoulder.

She jumps and looks up at me quickly, once empty eyes turning soft and comforting. Just like Mom always does. Acting strong for me.

"Hi sweetheart. Are you hungry? I can make you some soup, or spaghetti? We are low on groceries but I can pull something together."

She stands up swiftly and moves towards the kitchen, making me frown, "Mom. It's okay. Why don't I make you food instead?"

"Don't be silly, I'm the mother here. I take care of my sweet child," She smiles at me brightly but it doesn't quite meet her eyes.

She turns on the stove and places a pot on, standing and staring at it. I watch her with a heavy heart, wishing nothing other than to just get her away from here.

I walk over and Mom looks to me with that same, not complete smile, tilting her head curiously as I reach down and take the pot off the stove, then turning the gas burner off.

"You forgot the water, Mama," I mutter and she looks down at it, gasps and starts laughing. I try to smile with her but the laugh is uneasy, faulty, faux.

She continues laughing and pats my shoulder, "I am so forgetful! How silly of me."

Mom continues laughing until I see the smile fall and the laughs subside and transform into weeps.

Quickly, I pull her into my arms and she grips onto me, hands hanging onto the back of my shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life.

"I'll make us some food."