Scarlett's POV
I stood in the cemetery, far away from everybody else, with my hands folded over my chest and watched as they lifted my father's coffin, placed it inside the space dug in the ground and performed a last few rights.
"Happy birthday, my beautiful angel..."
"You know as naughty as you have been ever since you were a little baby...but you have always been my favorite daughter..."
"Just don't tell that to Sam and Charlotte" He laughed.
I sobbed as I recalled what my father said two months ago, on my 16th birthday and I was on cloud seven when he said that I was his favourite daughter...I was so happy that day, not just because my father called me his favorite daughter but also because he spent his entire day with Charlotte and I, and I don't remember when was the last time that we spent one entire day with each other.
And now my heart breaks at the thought that I'll never be able to see him again, I'll never be able feel the warmth of his bear hug, I'll never be able to hear him call me his little angel.
I always used to whine about how overprotective he is over us...but now there's no one who's gonna show that same care, that love, that overprotectiveness for us...because he is gone and he'll never be coming back.
My father, Ethan Knight, was shot, three bullets aimed right at his heart and he died on the spot, he didn't even give us a chance to rush him to the hospital and try saving him.
I still can't believe that he's gone...that I no longer have a father.
Feeling a gentle tap on my shoulder, I turned around out of reflex and my lower lip quivered as I broke down when my eyes met his dark gray ones.
"David..." I mumbled, my voice barely audible.
"My father..." I trailed off not able to complete my sentence.
"I know, I know, come here" He mumbled pulling me into a hug as I clenched onto his black shirt and sobbed into his chest while he caressed my hair gently and just stood there, holding me in his arms, providing me the silent support and comfort that I needed at this very moment.
A few days later as I was sitting alone in my room, curled up into a small ball on my bed, I heard a soft knock on the door along with the familiar, feminine voice of my elder sister, Samantha.
"Scar, come down and have dinner, everybody is waiting for you"
I sniffled while wiping off the tears running down my cheek and clearing my throat before speaking so that it doesn't sound like I have been crying.
"Sam, I'm not hungry, you guys carry on" I managed to form a reply without letting her know that I was crying.
"Scar, I know it's-" She began only to be cut off by me as my eyes brimmed with tears once again.
"Sam, please, I-I just want to be alone" I said, my voice cracking as I bit my lower lip to hold in my sobs.
Samantha remained silent and a moment later I heard her walk away and I broke down into tears once again but not long after Samantha left, I heard yet another soft knock on the door.
"Sam, I told you I'm not hungry. I just want to be alone" I snapped, annoyed that they won't even leave me alone and let me cry my heart out.
"Hey! Um...It's me" Hearing David's familiar voice, I quickly wiped my tears off and said "Come in"
"Have you been crying again?" He asked softly and I sat up watching him walk in.
"No" I shook my head as he sat beside me on my bed.
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His Favorite Scar
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