Her Daughter -Daughter x Scarlett Johansson

strange surroundings -2

Amelia's pov-----

My head is throbbing and I feel strangely warm. I don't know what it is but there's a calming weight surrounding me. I try to turn but I'm stopped by a small mumble and slight squirm from the person holding me. I finally look up.

Where am I?

I'm not gonna lie but this is the best sleep I've had in a while but this doesn't stop the panic from slowly creeping up. My breathing becomes increasingly more erratic.

just breath.

The walls were closing in. I was suffocating. My body started to tingle and my vision started to tunnel and blur. My hands shook and my heart pounded violently in my chest as I began to feel sick. I cried harder and my chest grew tighter. I tried to move away but my disfigured vision caused me to stumble and fall out of the other persons warm arms. Without the comfort of their hug, my body started to shake uncontrollably and my legs buckled, finally giving out leaving sinking to the floor. The roaring in my ears and the spinning of the room, left me feeling trapped in a horrendous nightmare. I tried to slow my breathing but my mind and heart were racing each other. My mind winning. Time stopped and the roaring in my ears was so overwhelming that I let out a strangled sob. I kept trying to calm down, I had to; I couldn't be weak. If I was weak, she would win. He would win. Soft but firm arms pulled me in to a tight embrace. Her voice was gentle and slightly husky. It gently lulled me out of my rapidly rushing mind. I slowly shifted closer to her. I never shift closer to anyone. She gives me a small comforting squeeze. My heart beat starts to settle after the roaring died down. I know I shouldn't take comfort from her, but I crave it. Her affection leaves me vulnerable. Vulnerable to manipulation. My walls shoot up and wriggle free of her grasp. I glance upwards. OH MY GOD!!! SHE'S SCARLETT JOHANSSON. I don't say anything and refrain from looking shocked. If she wants me to know she'll tell me. I start to study her. Her face it's beautiful. So dainty. Her eyes are kind. So gentle. She reaches out to stroke my arm. Her touch it's careful. So calm. I almost sink back into her. But her voice sends me flying back.

"Hey it's alright. You're alright" The blonde states affectionately. She's wrong I'm not alright, it's not alright. She tries to lean towards me but I instantly scurry further back.

"It's ok I won't touch you" She soothes. Why does she care? And why is she still here?

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

I'm not used to pet names. She takes me by surprise but I still respond.

"Amelia. A-Amelia Fern...Fernsby" I stutter, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"That's a pretty name, I'm Scarlett" She smiles. Her smile is enchanting, but I still refuse to trust her.

"I k-know" I squeak. She just grins in reply

"Do you want to tell me what happened yesterday?" She attempts. I forgot about yesterday. The panic starts to set back in but Scarlett notices. Her husky voice pulls me back.

"You don't have to say anything" She blurts out, realising she might have overstepped.

"No, I-It's ok" I start. What am I doing? Why should I tell her anything?

Scarlett's pov-----

Her eyes dart around. I can see she's in a conflict against herself. Although I'm curious, I also have this urge to protect her. It's close to the way I feel about rose. Maybe it's just because she's a young girl in need of support.

"You don't have to say anything." I gush, hoping I haven't made her uncomfortable.

"No, I-It's ok" She stammers. I can clearly see she's lying but if she wants to try, then I'm open to listening.

"It's my mum" She whispers, more hesitant than before. I stay silent in an attempt to help her see I'm not judging.

"She drinks a l-lot more than she used to, before the move to New York. She got meaner and sometimes, m-most of the time she says stuff. Hurtful stuff. I know that I should be happy about the fact she only hits me rarely, unlike my dad, and she mainly ignores me anyway. Aside from when she's screaming. My dad used to h-hurt us, when we were in England. The police got involved as well as social ser-services. My mum eventually divorced him and we came to America (when I was 13) because he just wouldn't leave us a-alone. She met some p-people, m-meaner people and they drink together and when s-she comes home....Let's just say she's not, she's n-not my person anymore...She's not m-my mum anymore." She breaks down. It looks like this is the first time she's admitting this to herself. I could cry right here right now but she needs someone to stay strong and just hold her. I just can't believe she's already been through so much. I move closer to her and pull her onto my lap.

We just sit there. Her heads buried in my chest as she lets out little sniffles.

"She kicked me out" The girl mumbles, weakly. I could reply but that's not what she needs so I just wrap my arms around her, gently stroking her hair as I feel her fall asleep.

We sit there for an hour before I decide she's in a deep enough sleep to move her back to the bed. As I rest her head on the pillow I can see dried tear tracks running down her cheeks. She looks so fragile. So delicate. I don't want to leave so I get in the bed with her and pull her close whilst wrapping the quilt around us. It's like we're in our own little safe haven. I'm scared that if I move away our bubble will burst and all the bad will come caving in on us. I have no idea what to do about the situation with her mother. I have so many questions about how all this happened and when she mentioned her mom sometimes hits her and says awful things to her, I just wanted to call the cops instantly and get that woman in prison for life. And that fact she just ignores her daughter made my blood boil in rage. That woman is not worthy of a girl like Amelia.

So this is a much better chapter 1066 words because I'm a slay baddie😎. Hope you enjoy and I will try to post weekly, no promises. Do comment if I'm taking too long because I'm too forgetful to remember to write. Emily xx