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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❛ What's happened to Scarlett? ❜
chapter thirty six.
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A SMALL BREEZE wisps against Scarlett's cheeks, the gentle contact causing her eyelids to fly open. Her eyes fly around her surroundings quickly, trying to see something, but wherever she is, the place is too dark for her to even see the ground she's knelt on. While quiet shaky breaths pass her lips and her head bangs painfully, she finally realises what sort of position her body is in. Her arms are hung above her head, her wrists joined with a metal chain which is then linked to the ceiling. She's up on her knees, as the rough concrete digs into her skin, and the chains around her wrists are lifting her ever so slightly so she's unable to relax her body weight comfortably. She shakes her hands in an attempt to loosen something, but nothing budges and she curses quietly, panic settling in.
The longer she squints through the pitch black that's swallowing her, the more she starts to become acclimatised to the darkness. Her eyes adjust slowly and she begins to look around desperately, causing her to come to the conclusion that she's shoved down in a basement that stinks of piss and bile. A tiny barred window on the far wall to her right is boarded up, but a small gust of wind manages to sneak in every now and again. And through the tiny gaps in the wood, sunlight manages to push itself through, letting her know that it's now daytime. That's when she starts to remember and realise how she's ended up in this position.
The man in the park.
The familiar porn studio.
Georgie Caruso
Robert Miller.
The glass ornament; presumably reason for the agonising headache.
Her breath hitches and her eyes widen when her gaze lands on it. Directly opposite her, stands a large metal door that's strong enough to protect a bank safe. The nail scratches engraved into the bottom of the door cause Scarlett to let out a small sob as she remembers her last time in her family's basement. It was the last night before she took Jamie and ran.
She had just returned home after a Club party, tired and slightly tipsy but not drunk enough to forget to tiptoe through her home. As she sneaked through her silent house, she glanced momentarily at Jamie's bedroom door, thankful that it was closed and all the lights were off. Meaning that her father had left him alone whilst she was gone.
Then she heard it, her father's booming voice that shook the house like an earthquake. He called her name from his normal position on his rotting armchair. It had been too dark for her to even notice him, and her eyes were blurry from the small amount of alcohol. But, she immediately sobered up after hearing his voice, and the furious tone behind it.
