Melody Of Tears

Chapter Six: "Lost it all"

   "Secret love, my escape

Take me far, far away

Secret love, Are you there?

Will you answer my prayer?

Please take me anywhere but here."

   Scott gasped and sat up, his hands flinging to his neck out of fear. He shivered, remembering what had happened. He looked around,blinking a few times. His vision was blurry still, and it didn't help that the room was pitch black. He felt the bruises on his neck and growled. After all I've done...He's just a cold blooded killer. Scott thought, trying to get to his feet. He leaned against the wall, getting his balance. He fumbled for the door, finding it after a minute or so.

   He opened the door cautiously, seeing the familiar hallway. He was in Mike's room. Scott began to make his way slowly down the hall. He stopped at the end of it, seeing a light downstairs. He grabbed a crowbar that was leaning against the railing to the stairs, before taking a deep breath and going downstairs. When he got down there, it seemed empty. The TV was left on, the lights off. Except for the kitchen. 

   He walked towards the kitchen, hearing something. Scott raised the crowbar, preparing to swing it if needed. He peeked into the kitchen, raising his eyebrows at what he saw.

   Vincent leaned against the counter, sobbing. He held his head in his hands, muttering to himself. His whole body trembled, tears spilling onto the marble countertop. Scott lowered the weapon, taking a step towards him. "V-vince...?" Vincent turned around, throwing his arms around Scott, sobbing. Scott jumped, startled.

   Scott growled, shoving Vince away roughly. Vincent fell onto the ground, looking up at Scott and sobbing harder. Though Scott remained unemotional, just watching the sobbing mess in front of him. There was no sympathy nor pity left in him. "I'm s-sorry Scott! I just s-snapped e-earlier! I'm so sorry!" He covered his face with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Scott just watched. "You're not the man I thought you were." Scott said bitterly. "You're not the man I fell in love with. No, the real  Vincent, is just a damn killer. That's all you want. To collect as many broken hearts as you can, then throw their body in a ditch. Save the sobstory, I know now who you really are." Scott said, turning and leaving Vince, who was begging and pleading him to say. He'd had enough.

   In the beginning, Vincent was his everything. He couldn't live without Vince. But...things change. And Scott hit the breaking point, had his heart broken one too many times. Scott growled as he walked to his car, grabbing the keys out of his pocket. He got into the car, going back to relive the damage.

   It didn't take him long to pull onto the old dirt road. It took him a while to put two and two together, but when he heard that voice in his 'sleep', he remembered. He didn't know her well, he barely met her twice. But he knew that face he saw in the locket looked familiar, and now he realized who she was.

   Lilly Auburn, Scott's little sister. Scott was five years old at the time she was born, though their parents had divorced years before. Scott's father would get drunk, and take it out on Scott's mother. And when she left, he got custody of their young child. She left and had a baby with another man, and that baby was Lilly. Scott had only seen her twice, once when Lilly was a baby and once when she was nine years of age. He remembered her long, curly brown hair and blue eyes. Though when his father found out about the baby, he became abusive towards Scott. He thought that Scott was a mirror image of his mother, and that angered him.

   Scott shook the thought, pulling into the driveway. The house was no longer there, just a pile of rubble and ash. He got out of the car, closing the door behind him. He walked towards the debris, looking for anything salvageable.