We Had A Bulletproof Love

It's A Vicious Little World

*Scarlett's POV*

I sat on the floor beside a sleeping Tony, telling my crazy story to my even crazier cousin. He shook his head as I told him about Fer. "That girl..." he murmured. "I know. The worst part is that I don't know where she is, but she probably knows where we are by now. " I stroked Tony's hair as he stirred in his sleep. "I don't want to have to run to live the rest of my life." I muttered.

Then Marc asked the most stupid question ever.

"Why don't you tell the police?"

I shot him a tired death glare. "Because she's a fucking psycho. She's nuts. She'd kill everyone of those cops if that stupid Halom told her to. " I said in a 'duh' tone. "Have you eaten anything?" Marc asked, concern thick in his tone. "No, not really. Dinner really would be nice right now." I admitted. My cousin flashed me an award-winning smile, helped me up, then trotted to the kitchen.

Marc was twenty. He was the one who'd been there for me before Evan and Fer. He'd found me on my first suicide attempt, helped me through my bulimia stage, and it was he who called the police when my father beat me for the last time. He was the only blood family I had anymore. When he turned fourteen, he held my crying frame in his older arms, backpack filled on his shoulders. "I know it's going to be hard, Scarlett. But I have to go. We'll never make it if we stay. I'm sorry baby girl. I'll keep in touch with you, I promise. Be strong for me." He'd run away from our stinking home town at an early age; he never knew his mother, and his father made him sell drugs so they'd make it through the day.

I hated the way he lived and so did he. So at the age of fourteen, he ran away with Janie, his aunt, into the deep mountains of Colorado. Made it with a Masters degree in engineering, built himself a huge house. When he came back to our town, when I still lived there, he brought with him hope.

"You know, I missed you so much." I hugged my cousin. I loved him dearly. "I missed your annoying ass too Scarlett." He said into my hair, hugging me back. Then he broke the brotherly embrace, and asked what I dreaded. "Have you told him, about...?" He raised an eyebrow, referring to a secret only we shared. "No. I don't plan to if I don't have to, either." I said back. Marc sighed, then padded towards the fridge and got out a tub of vanilla ice cream, a plate of spaghetti, and a few bags of potato chips. "You know he's going to find out anyway. Might as well tell him yourself." He handed me a fork, then slid the plate of spaghetti in my direction.

"No, because he will never find out. Let's not talk about that, please. Did you make this? Since when do you even cook? Last time you touched a stove you lit pancakes on fire." I said, giggling at the memory.

"I was ten okay. And last time you cooked, you lit fire to fucking hot chocolate. Like, how do you even do that?" (AN. THIS IS TRUE I LEGIT LIT HOT CHOCOLATE ON FIRE I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW)

"I don't know. Dude, remember when Evan lit his hair on fire?" I said, good/bad/hilarious memories coming into conversation. "No, how did that even happen?" Marc asked, curiosity laced in his question. "He was straightening his hair at like fucking four AM so I think he fell asleep midway through and then when I walked in his hair was on fire and he was asleep on the floor with the iron in his hair." I chuckled. "That boy could sleep through world wars." I whispered as my eyes began to sting.

"How is he anyway? You know, with Fer all psycho and what-not." He asked, looking at me. When he saw my tears rolling down my face, he hugged me. "He's gone Marc. That stupid bitch killed him. I..I think she's the one who run him over." I said into his chest. He'd pulled me to his lap and began stroking my jet black hair.

"Scar, you're going to need a make-over. If Fer finds you, at least we need to make it hard for her to recognize you. All of PTV too." Marc said. "Yeah, you're right. You know we should start right know. It's not that late." I glanced at my watch and saw that it was two-forty-five in the morning. No biggie. "Okay. I have hair dye under the bathroom sink, you can go choose one, or a few, knowing you, you'll probably get a rainbow for hair." Marc chuckled, pushed me off his lap, then guided me towards the bathroom.

I chose the one color I haven't already dyed my hair and then pranced back to Marc. I was surprised when I found the guys sitting there with him, chatting away.

"Hey babe," I pecked Tony on the lips as he greeted me. "Hey Vic. Sleep well?" He nodded, clearly still sleepy. I hugged the rest of the guys in greeting and told them to take a nap while Marc did my hair. "Do you know how you want it?" I shook my head, and told him to surprise me.

*****

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER HAIR?!" Jaime squealed as he touched the now short strands of my blue hair. "What do you mean? I made it pretty." Marc answered the grieving boy. "I like it. Now all you need is a leather jacket and I couldn't recognize you for my life." Marc encouraged me. Marc had cut almost all of what was on the side, leaving a good amount on the top. "It's pretty Jaime. I love it. But now it's your turn. Either you shave it all off or grow it out." I shrugged, leaving him to it.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

Maybe.

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What's the secret, can she keep it? Swore "This one she'll save." Or will she lock it, in her pocket, maybe take it to the grave?

I had to lol sorry. Anyway, there is a secret rolling around in there but I don't know if I want to tell you what it is XD.

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