𝒋𝒂𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒔
𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
scarlett left charming on a bad note, but after her brother is put in jail for a year, she de...
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❛ I don't give two fucks about what you advise, Joshua. ❜
chapter ten.
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AS FIREWORKS CRACKLE in the dark night sky above Charming, Scarlett stares over the heads of the crowd directly at her parents. Her mother's stood on a slight hill with a scowl pulled over her face, whilst Robert Miller is standing beside her, staring right back at his daughter with a wicked smile. Everything around her becomes faint once she notices her father begin to make his way towards her. She can hear Opie and Donna talking beside her, but it's all a low mumble.
Turning her burning gaze away from her moving dad, Scarlett taps Donna's arm, "I'll be right back," She breaths.
Donna's brows furrow, noticing the obvious discomfort over her friend's face, "Are you okay? Scarlett, what's wrong?"
Her words catch the attention of Opie, who's head tilts as he examines Scarlett's expression carefully, trying to work out if she's actually upset of if that's just her usual resting face.
"I'm fine, nothing's wrong," Scarlett mutters, her eyes moving to glare at Opie, "And stop looking at me like that, Ope. I'll be right back," She finalises the conversation before spinning around and trudging towards her father.
She meets him in the middle of the crowd, and before he has a chance to shout a drunken greeting, she grabs his arm and yanks him away from the joyful families. She pulls him behind the stalls, near the brick wall outside of the gymnasium.
"Ah, my darling daughter," He smirks, flashing his disgusting teeth that have been plagued by cigarettes and alcohol, "Lovely to see you, as seen as you haven't bothered to visit your home since your return."
She shakes her head, arms folding defensively over her chest, "That house isn't my home."
He laughs loudly, a hoarse cough following soon after and he smacks his fist against his chest to clear his throat, "It once was."
She flinches slightly at the familiar sound of his sickening laugh, remembering back to her childhood when that was the only sound she would hear reverberating around the house whilst he was drunk. She swallows thickly, "No, it never was. You made sure of that."
He smacks his hand against her arm roughly while he laughs again. Her body stills at the contact and she clenches her jaw. He waves his finger in her face, "You're a funny one. Always have been."
"Me crying on the floor was never funny," She spits, trying her absolute hardest to keep her tone hushed, "Jamie terrified in the corner whilst you fucking ruined our lives was never funny. Wewere kids, your kids."
