Seasons - Winter winds

Chapter 7

A/n: Don't forget to check out I choose you (Mavi) and The Alpha (Scomavi)

Season - Winter winds

Scott took a sip of his coffee as the Livestream began, having shared the link on social media and waiting for people to join. He watched the numbers start to climb and pulled out the list Esther had sent him, things for him to talk about during the Livestream.

"Hey, how's everyone doing?" Scott gave a weak smile and took another sip of coffee. "I need to talk to you all about some things. I know there are some rumors circulating, I've seen the headlines, and I need to clarify what's going on."

Scott licked his lips and looked into the camera. He was seated at the kitchen table, behind him a family photo, he ran his hand through his beard, sliding it down to the nape where he gave a squeeze.

"Yes, my father was in the theater fire here in Arlington. I've seen some reports saying he was inside the theater when the fire started, that's not true. My father was having lunch with a friend and they saw the fire, I need to say that the theater that caught fire..." Scott paused and licked his lips, looking at the wall in front of him, there was a picture of him with his two sisters. "It was the place where I was happiest in my life as a child. If I wasn't at home or at school, I was in that theater... it was my safe place and my father knows that." Scott picked up the coffee and sighed, placing it back on the table. "He was with a friend and heard the fire, I don't know why he and his friend decided to enter the theater, but they did and saved some people before getting trapped. My father is injured and hospitalized, doctors are optimistic, but it's a delicate clinical condition due to his age." Scott glanced at the list quickly. "I reserve the right to maintain my family's privacy at this time. I'm only making this statement because my mother and sisters shouldn't have to face media speculation. Yes, my father's condition is delicate, he's still in critical condition, but doctors are optimistic. I appreciate all the prayers and good energy you're sending." Scott took a deep breath and saw his sister enter the kitchen, Lauren stopped and looked at him. "I know some of you wanted to know where to direct donations, there are two churches that are collecting, I'll let you know where to send the donations as soon as I finish here." Scott looked at Lauren again and furrowed his eyebrows, looked at the camera and then at his sister. Lauren slid the phone to him and Scott picked up the device, looking at the screen. He saw the photo where he was holding Mitch from behind while holding a sledgehammer. "What the hell..."

"Scott!" Lauren scolded her brother.

Scott looked at the headline and clenched his jaw, "how fun, so I was stopping a crazy man from destroying the theater ruins?"

"Scott, you're on Livestream," Lauren warned her brother carefully.

Scott set the phone aside and took a deep breath, looking at the computer screen.

"That theater allowed me to face things I was very afraid of. It allowed me that, and also allowed people I loved very much in my life to do the same. I met two of those people in that theater and probably if it weren't for those two people I wouldn't be where I am now. I wouldn't have had the courage to pursue my dreams, I know I failed in some things and still need to do so many others, but that place was my safe place." Scott ran his hand through his hair, tousling it, he was starting to turn red. "At this moment, I feel like someone stuck their hand in my chest, grabbed my heart, and is squeezing it as tight as they can. My father went into the damn burning theater because he knew how important that place was to me. Now I have to see the media talking shit, saying he's dead or nearly dead... I have to see the media saying that one of my best friends in life was a crazy man trying to destroy the theater ruins. He's suffering like I am. It was his safe place too. It was his father with mine." Scott looked to the side, at his mother's china cabinet, he saw a photo where he was with Mitch and Kirstin. They should have been 11 years old. He looked back at the camera and took a deep breath. "I won't comment on this matter again, I need to take care of mine. As for the media... try to remember that people lost their loved ones, have a little decency."