Scarlett's POV
I shut my eyes close, frustrated as I heard Charlotte knocking on the door for the nth time, asking to be let in so she could check on me while here I am, curled up into a ball on the bed in the guest bedroom of Ryan and Vienna's new home.
"I'm fine, Charlotte, really...just—please let me be alone for one single damn night" I snapped while wiping my tears off with the back of my hand and I know I may have sounded too rude and harsh, but I just need some space, I just need some time alone after everything that happened between David and I tonight.
"Scar, you don't sound too well, please open the door, I cannot leave you alone in such state" Charlotte replied, her voice soft and concerned.
"Charlotte. Please leave me alone, I promise I'll tell you everything first thing in the morning" I sniffled while my voice cracked up as emotions chocked up my throat.
"Alright, Scar, I'll see you tomorrow, but if you do need me, I'm just in the room next to yours..." She trailed off with a sigh and a moment later I heard her footsteps, indicating that she walked away, finally leaving me alone to mop over the most eventful, yet stressful night my life till date.
Well, that's Charlotte for you, always the caring and motherly sister, even though she's younger than me and no matter how harsh anybody is being towards her, she just can't give the same aura and treatment to the person in question, she just can't let go off her natural sweet, caring and nurturing self, she just can't, she just doesn't has this thing inside of her to treat people the same way they treat her, which sometimes worries me because I'm afraid that this nature of hers might someday end up hurting her because the world is not always as good as we are or how we see it to be.
But honestly, at the same time I also love this quality of my twin, that's what sets her apart from everybody else, because at some point in life we all do lose our temper and end up hurting the people we care about...the people that we love, just like I did tonight...with David.
I didn't wish to hurt him like that, I didn't wish to drag his past in between our ego clash but yet, somehow I ended up doing exactly that and now that's all that I can think about.
All I can think about is the look of hurt on his face...in his eyes, when I mentioned how he would have been dead if it wasn't for my father, when I called him nothing but my brother's shadow and finally when I said demeaning and disrespectful things about him and his mother, and that was when his eyes changed from being hurt, to being angry.
He wasn't just angry...he was fuming...he was fucking pissed at me...at me...the girl he never even raised his voice at, he always treated me so well, different from others and I ended up hurting him like nobody else ever might have...I hurt him in the worst way possible.
But deep down, his anger at me...the way he spoke to me after that...the way he ignored me after that, hurt my heart like a bitch, even though I know that his anger is justified and he's absolutely correct in his place...but yet his eyes that were always soft whenever he used to look at me, were now filled with rage and that breaks my heart every time I think about it.
Christ!
This man drives me nuts, I ran a hand through my messed up hair as I sat up, leaning my back against the headboard, drawing my tongue over my bottom lips, wetting it as tears streamed down my eyes.
He hurt me first by asking me to forget everything that happened between us...I mean for crying out loud if he wanted me to forget all about it then he shouldn't have done all those things in the first place...he shouldn't have initiated something that he thinks will be better if forgotten.
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His Favorite Scar
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