(Book 2) The Dark Side of Fame - Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader

Burnt Bridges

I lie next to Scarlett under the covers, drawing circles on her shoulder as she beams back at me.

Me: I'm sure you told me once that it was rude to stare.
Scarlett: Sorry, I just...every time you go away and come back you change so much. You look better than you did even coming out of rehab.
Me: I looked like shit coming out of rehab.
Scarlett: You looked healthier than I'd ever seen you, until now. I don't know, you just seem free of whatever bullshit you were carrying before.
Me: The bullshit was called your attitude that changed, Scarl, not anything I was hanging onto.
Scarlett: Why do you have to ruin it? I was being nice.
Me: Yeah I know, but we can't move forward unless we seriously, seriously talk this through.
Scarlett: Okay.
Me: I know you've been putting off this conversation because you're back in your little fairytale, but we have to have it. So...I want to make this work, we're good at the moment. But you still haven't spoken to Aubrey, and it's been months, it's shitty.
Scarlett: I know.
Me: Call her now and tell her.
Scarlett: You know I can't.
Me: Babe, she probably already knows. You've been avoiding her for forever. It's getting stupid at this point.
Scarlett: I just...I thought she'd of got it by now.
Me: Yeah well, she hasn't. And while you're stalling, I'm creeping around in the shadows like your little secret. What're you waiting for? Running Wild to come out so it's easier for her to walk away?
Scarlett: Everything we're doing is just going really fast right now.
Me: Right, so something that is your responsibility to figure has become my fault again. You came onto me tonight, not the other way around.
Scarlett: And you didn't exactly stop me, did you? It's not me being irresponsible, you're just moving things too quickly, same as always. You go full steam ahead then blame everyone around you because you're too insecure, so you get jealous that I'm still with Aubrey.

I roll my eyes and pull back the covers and get up, heading to the dressing room as Scarlett follows.

Scarlett: You know that's not what I mean. I just mean...
Me: Isn't it? Because I don't see any other way I could've taken that. I'm not jealous, Scarlett. I'm your wife and she's hanging onto you for dear life, there's a big difference.
Scarlett: I just need a little more time.
Me: You've had months. I don't understand what takes so long with breaking it off with someone.
Scarlett: I just need time to figure it out, Y/N.
Me: Time, really? Because it took you 20 seconds to break up with me.

The air goes cold again, and I realise we're right back in that place again. Scarlett stands, almost shocked at the comment.

Scarlett: And you keep saying you're not hanging onto that, yet every time we have a disagreement, it's brought right back up. If anyone's blaming anyone, it's you. You're still punishing me without even realising.

She grabs a change of clothes angrily and walks away. Eventually I hear the keys get picked up and the door slam.

I sit on the couch and sigh. It was never this difficult to communicate before. I get everything is new again, but sometimes it's like there's been a bandaid stuck on the wounds rather than letting them air and heal.

Jack: Hey stranger.
Me: Jack.

I jump up and hug him instantly, having not seen him for a while.

Jack: No Scarlett?
Me: She's gone somewhere.
Jack: What happened?
Me: You know, trying to communicate with that woman is like trying to climb an oily wall.
Jack: Weird analogy, but okay. What's up?
Me: I just don't think she understands that we still have to communicate about how we feel, so she thinks I'm still holding her accountable for everything. She still hasn't spoken to Aubrey, which I don't understand.
Jack: But it's been months?
Me: That's my point too.