Remember Me?

Chapter 7

Scarlet's P.O.V.

I kept staring at the picture. I looked at myself closely examining my face and the look in my eyes, I was happy..you can clearly see the happiness the shined through my mix matched eyes, one deep blue and bright green. My hair still looked the same dark brown, wavy flowing down my back but maybe a bit longer. I had a brief thought this morning that maybe I should cut it but looking at this picture I wanted nothing but to keep it the same, to maybe be this happy again. I moved down to the baby in mine and Harry's lap. She looked like me when I was a baby but definitely had Harry's eyes which made me smile. I looked up to realize that I was still standing on the curb right in front of where Harry's car was parked only moments ago, I also realized I was smiling for a reason I couldn't quite understand. I looked back down at the picture at my body language I was leaning close to Harry while he had his left arm wrapped around my back, resting on my hip, I noticed his hand; his wedding ring. I thought sprung in my head, making my eyes slowly travel to my left hand in the photo. Once my vision was on my ring finger I gasped when I saw a pretty little diamond ring, sitting on my finger. I took my eyes away from the photo, slowly bringing my left hand up to my line of vision, I don't know why I thought I'd see my ring on my finger but I was disappointed and shocked when I saw a noticeable tan line banned on around my finger. I shook my head and started walking home, suddenly feeling anger rush through me. I want answers, now. I don't care if I only woke up from a three month coma a few days ago, I'm getting my life back, not the one my mother hopes I will live. I carefully place the photo in my purse and placed the strap over on head so it was across my torso. I rushed to get back to that dreadful house that held horrid memories.

I took in a deep breath as I approached the front steps. I didn't waste anymore time, stepping through the door to find my father pacing back and forth in the living room.

"She's been gone for two hours!" My father yells looking down with anger filling his eyes at my mother who was sitting calmly, knitting while rocking back and forth in her old, heavy rocking chair.

"She'll be back, don't worry," She looked up through her lashes, smirking and darkly chuckling, "She has no where else to go, that dead beat only wanted her for the chase. Then he knocked her up! He's done with her, trust me."

"Stop it, if he was only interested in that then he wouldn't have married her! Did you see his face when you told him that she didn't remember anything?! He's not going to stop til she's back with him! We're going to lose her again! Wake up-," My father was yelling at her before my mother threw down her knitting needles and yarn before slapping my father hard across the face, making his head sharply turn to the side. I muffled my gasp with my hand. My mother roughly grabbed his face bringing it close to hers,"Don't you dare speak to me in such a rude manner, Bruce. Scarlet will be back so pull yourself together," she pushed his face away and picked up her things going back to her chair and continuing her knitting.

"I'm sorry. " my father quietly spoke before sitting down on the couch.

I opened and shut the door loudly this time before coming in and wanting to go straight to my room.

"Where have you been?" my mother asked, not bothering to look up at me as my father sat on the couch with his head down.

"In town." I answered flatly, "I ran into someone on my way."

My father's back tensed as what I said.

"Oh, did you? Did you remember something?" my father coughed out.

"Fortunately, I did. I remember a couple more things, like the color green and the a few dates but I don't know they mean yet or also maybe that I wore a ring on my left ring finger. Do you know anything about this? Have you seen it anywhere, perhaps?" I questioned, carefully.

"No one said anything about a ring. No idea, honey" my mother sent my a sickening sweet smile.

"Guess who I met today?" I slowly walked towards her and my father, having a seat next to my father on the couch.

"Who, honey?" My mother said looking back down at her knitting still with that sinister smile across her face.

I threw the picture from my purse down onto the glass coffee table, "My husband." With those two words my mothers smile was ripped off her face and replaced with a menacing glare.

"Where's my ring, mother?" I leaned across for effect as my face held total seriousness. My mother shot up from her seat carrying one of her knitting needles, tackling me and cutting my cheek with the needle as I hissed through clenched teeth, getting ready to stab me again before my father tackled her off of me, grabbed her wrist and holding her back.

"Scarlet! Run!" my father yelled at me as I snatched the photo back up and ran as fast as I could out the door. Once I made it out the door I noticed a familiar car in my drive way, an SUV. The window rolled down, Harry's head popped out, "Get in, now!"

I didn't waste any time hoping in the car, Harry speed out of the drive and raced down the road.

"How did you know to be here?!" I rushed at him.

"Because this isn't the only time your mom didn't take news well."

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously as I tried to catch my breath.

"We're going home and I'm telling you the truth." He said reaching for my hand, which I let him take as he rubbed my knuckles with his rough thumb.

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