The Truth About Us (Austin Mahone Fan Fic- editing)

Chapter 6 - Fucked up (e)

My full name is Scarlett Grace Andrews. I'm about 5'6" and weigh I don't know... say 120 pounds. That sounds about right. Well anyways, I guess I'm about to be a senior in high school and um, well I don't know. 

Before my life became so messed up because of what happened to Austin, I was relatively well liked. I had a nice group of friends, and I was involved a lot in school activities. I was my sophomore class president, ran track, and was in a lot of clubs. It's weird really. I was a cheerleader in my freshman year, but then I quit because I had a fight with some girl on the squad. 

What else can I tell you about me... 

Well I like to eat. I really like food. Pizza, sushi, anything and everything- besides onions. I hate onions. 

Oh in the first few weeks of my freshman year, someone wrote "Scarlett Andrews is an ugly bitch" in the bathrooms. Oh yeah, that sucked. I never found out who wrote it but it's whatever. Let's see, I'm an honors student. However my first semester of Honors Pre-Calc, I got a C+. A 79%, I was pissed off. I don't really know what else to say about me. I guess I'm just your average Jane with a twist.

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Remember how I said that my life sucked before Austin? Well, that's not entirely true. My life didn't really suck until Christina. I've always had a suckish life though. I mean your mother wasn't forcefully taken away from you, your father didn't die when you were a baby. You also probably weren't forced to live with your sister who probably doesn't even want you in her house.

I'm sorry, I'm being self absorbed right now. I'm just dwelling in my own self pity.

It's true, my life is a mistake. But as people say, God has a path for us all... not that I'm really religious and all.  

Maddie is a good sister though, she's doing the best she can, I guess. She wasn't really expecting me, but she's a pretty good adjuster. I was pretty moody when I first arrived in Miami, but I've gotten better or whatever.

You see, Maddie is pregnant with her first child, I guess that's one of the reasons I am getting better. I'm going to be an aunt soon, and I am actually excited. Her name's going to be Charlotte El-Marie Kriss. Charlotte is my mother's name and El-Marie is Richard's mother's name. Right, I forgot to tell you that Richard is Maddie's husband. And of course Kriss is Richard's last name. I actually genuinely like Richard. He makes my sister so happy , and it's evident that he loves her a lot. He does incredible things for her. 

Remember how I said my mommy and I were poor and that we never ate out? At first, Mom tried everything she could to make money to raise me and Maddie. She worked two jobs and saved every penny so that Maddie could go to college. We never really had Christmas, birthdays, or Thanksgiving. I guess that's okay because Maddie did end up going to University of Southern California with a very impressive scholarship and the money saved up.  

But Richard comes from a very rich family with big taste and background. I remember that when I first moved in with Maddie that it was winter time, just a little bit before Christmas. When he found out that I never celebrated Christmas for 14 years... well, he went beserk.

He had a huge, fancy tree, he taught me the art of cookie making, he read me stories, he took photos and made Christmas cards out of them, we made paper snowflakes, he did everything he could. And on Christmas day, he made sure I had plenty of gifts under the tree and my stocking was full. Frankly, it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Apparently he went all out for Maddi too. I really do like Richard, he makes my sister happy... which is all that matters right now. 

I think that's all I have for now. That's all I know about me. You see, I can't tell you more about me if I don't even know who I am. I'm still trying to find myself in a group of wandering souls, maybe one day I will tell you more about me. But for now... that's all I know. 

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Some people are addicted to drugs, alcohol, pills. I'm addicted to a certain type of sadness. Addicted to the feeling on loosing someone. I guess that's why I'm not fully better yet.

I can't let go of that sadness. I can't let go of the feeling of loosing Austin. Sometimes I feel as if that's the one thing that will bring him back. My sadness... 

People tell me that he's not coming back no matter what. That it's not my fault he left. That no matter what, I couldn't help him.

I think maybe I need to write a letter... but not to Austin. Austin can wait.

This letter will be for my mom.  

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Dear Mom,

Both our lives are so... messed up. Fucked up. Or how you would put it, our lives are down the drain. I haven't seen you in four years, how are you putting up? I hope you're okay, living well. 

Mom, I miss you. And you see, some nights I close my eyes and all I can see is that night. The night you were taken away from me. I remember the sirens blaring, and the police bursting into our house at 2 am. I remember the crazy look in your eyes and the shattered beer bottle that had exploded behind my head. I remember you screaming about the officers to mind their own business. I remember other neighbors lights in our apartment complex began flickering on, and there were curious peeks from behind curtains. I remember you throwing that beer bottle at me, drunk and angry. But most of all I remember your eyes. Right before they took you away, you looked at me. There was something in your eyes that hadn't been there in a long time. There was love and regret.

Mom, I hope you've figured out your life and you're working to change it. I wish you the best with your future.

Your daughter,

Scarlett.

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Oh right, this is suppose to be about Austin. I'm sorry I'm a little off topic, but I can't tell you about Austin until I have told you the entire story.

Please stay and listen. I just need a friend, just someone to tell things too. Someone to listen. Lately my emotions have been a roller coaster. Sometimes it goes up and other it plummets to the ground.

Perhaps I should talk more about Austin. He was the best. He was everything I could ask for. He could sing, he could dance, he was funny... and he was famous. Surprise, my boyfriend was, and still is, very famous.

Perhaps you have heard of him? Heard the gossip about him? And perhaps you're even a fan of him. A mahomie...

Well, let's just start with the facts. His full name is Austin Carter Mahone. He got famous in 2013, well he was known before then, but in 2013... that was his year, our year.

And well, our relationship was a secret and it still sort of is. Maybe you've seen my name pop up a few times in US Weekly or People. Perhaps you never made the connection. But yes, I am the Scarlett and Austin is well.... Austin Mahone. I was always mentioned as a close friend, or just someone there. Austin pretended that I didn't exist... sure he indirected me in a few tweets here in there- saying he loved me, sure he wrote "Heart in my Hand" for me, but he pretended he was single. Never knew me. It was for my sake... you see, I wasn't in the best condition.

I didn't deal well with the press. I couldn't stand large groups of people staring at me. And well, I most defiantly could not stand his mahomies. I saw how they tore apart girls like Maddie and Taylor, I couldn't be like one of those girls. So we kept it a secret.

But, it still hurt. It hurt that our relationship was a secret. That I was unknown. That we were unknown. It sucked.

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