Let Go

40: Terror

Harken's P.O.V.

We both froze in our place as I stared into the eyes of possibly one of the reasons I was so fucked up.

I didn't know exactly why my dad and aunt Amanda decided to switch me up with Scarlet at birth. To protect her, maybe? I once heard that dad wanted a girl while Amanda didn't want one so they decided to switch us up.

As for mom, if she knew of what happened, she didn't care. She divorced dad a few years back and left town. I didn't care enough to find out more regarding her whereabouts.

Then I asked myself one single question that led me to believe that it was indeed the main reason that got me into this mess: what would've been of me if I had been raised with Thomas instead of Blake?

Would I have been a little child embracing my multicoloured skin instead of hiding it behind makeup? Would I have met someone other than Aiden and fell in love? Would I have found solace in a different soul? I probably would've spent more time gardening with Thomas and his caretakers instead of getting high on heroin shots. I would've killed for a childhood like his. But instead, I was stuck with what I had, and I didn't have much time to dwell on it.

I was expecting Scarlet to return at some point, just not right now. I was a firm believer that Scarlet wasn't fit to raise a child. She was just like her mother. When I thought about it, she resembled Blake in so many ways. She was deceitful and manipulative, just like him. She couldn't be trusted. I didn't understand Aiden's infatuation with her, but I guessed it was her looks. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Even right now during this mess, she looked stunning.

The moment Scarlet knew that she was pregnant, and Aiden wanted to keep the baby, she started plotting her future without them both. Thomas told me everything. We had a lot of time during my stay at the House of Solace. During that time the only thing I cared to know about or even kept me hanging on was Aiden and news about him. I yearned for everything that related to him.

"Scarlet," I said grimly. I couldn't play pretend anymore.

"Harken," She looked a little out of breath. "I thought it would be a little more difficult to find you,"

Why was she looking for me?

"Well, you found me," I extended my arms outwards, "what do you want?" I tried not to be hostile, but hostility forced itself out of me like a demon being exorcised.

"Look, can we be civil for a minute? Please?" She gave me a dishonest, pleading look. I didn't trust them. Not her, not Liam, not dad. I was on my own. "I'll tell you everything I found out, but please, I have no one here left but you. He took my daughter and I'm scared,"

A/N: Short chapter, more soon x.