The Fighter

Chapter 25

A week later I'm still following my same routine. My head throbs as I roll out of bed. Maids had cleaned up the puddle of vomit when I feel back asleep because it was no longer there. An awful taste erupts in my mouth as I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"You can't do this to yourself." Oliver says as he comes in behind me.

"It's the only way to escape." I say quietly.

"There's other ways to escape." He brushes my knotty hair out of my eyes.

"There is never going to be a escape."

"If you put down the bottles down you will see." He leaves me in the bathroom suffering silently.

I don't take his advice because I keep drinking for 2 more weeks. Jax has tried to stop me. Oliver attempts to stop me every day but his point doesn't get across. Alan finally comes in to talk to me in the morning.

"Henry's funeral is in 3 days." He takes my flask out of my hand and takes a sip. I don't say anything because I have nothing to say. Depression had gotten the better of me and stolen my voice. If I even croaked misery would linger around.

"Henry wouldn't want to see you wasting your life like this." Alan speaks again.

"I think Henry understands." I speak finally.

"Really because I don't think he does. If I remember his last words were telling you to live happily." Alan starts to lace his words with anger.

"Shut up, you don't know what I'm going through!" I begin to raise my voice.

"I'm suffering too! Your not the only one. You need to grow up and face it!" Alan yells.

"Shut up, Alan!" I scream standing up to get face to face with him.

"No, you shut up! You sit around here and drink like a coward! The Henry I know would not approve of this!" He screams in my face as I begin to cry.

"He didn't want you to be depressed like this. He wanted you to lead like you have always done. The old Scarlett was a leader. She wouldn't let anything bring her down." He says softer.

"Henry!" I cry.

"We all miss him but we have to be strong for him." Alan wipes away my tears.

"We have to find the old Scarlett and bring her back. She needs to lead us. We can't go on with out our leader." Alan pumps me up.

"I need closure. Henry deserves me filling in his last request." I was scattered trying to find his bag.

"Go to them." Alan says as I get dress and run out of the palace.

A take a palace taxi to Henry's parents house. His bag laid on my lap as I looked out the window waiting to get there. I hadn't opened his bag yet. It was something his mother deserved to do. She was one of the only ones that supported him and cherished his existence.

When I get there I walk up to the small house and knock on the door. A small lady comes to the door.

"Hello. I'm Scarlett Martin, I was best friends with your son, Henry." I stutter on my words as she smiles.

"Oh dear, yes come in honey. I'm Charlotte."

I walk into the small house as she escorts me to her small dining room table were her husband is sitting listening to the radio.