Beacon of Hope

Chapter 2

(Authors note; I'm sorry if this chapter is short, I've even busy but hey! I updated! I'm so grateful and thankful for all the reads I've gotten, even if they're not much I still appreciate it. I love you all and thanks to all of you who have voted! It means so much to me! I'll try to double update either today or tomorrow! Ok well Ily guys stay beautiful, god bless xx)

"Well well well, if it isn't that stuck up bitch that I spilt coffee on" the arrogant, tattoo covered boy snaps at the girl, whose jaw looks like it's been detached from her body.

The boy who looks almost like a robot in her mind because of all the piercings he has, makes a swift move and locks the bathroom door.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" The boy inches closer to her, cackling.

Meanwhile she's stood still in the same spot where she's been for what seems like hours.

She gets chills on the back of her neck as she tries not to think of the last time a male was that close to her.

The boy makes his way back to her.

Urgency playing in his eyes, but "why?" she asked herself, not knowing what the jerk would want with her"

"U-uhm I need to get to work, c-c-can you please get out of the way?" The girl stuttered.

"You're scared aren't you?" The boy smirks.

"No, I just need to get to work, so let me go." The girl remarks indignantly.

"Oh, babe you're not going nowhe-"

the arrogant boy was cut off by a sharp pain in his crotch and is a bit too late to notice that the girl who he planned to do god knows what to, had kicked him right in the crotch and left him kneeling there in his own misery.

She unlocked the dark green bathroom door and bolted out, rushing past the cafe's kitchen.

"Is everything okay? Well have a good day sweetie, it was nice seeing you again after all those years" Mirna calls out to the girl who's already out the door of the cafe.

The girl made a run for it, she ran faster than she ever had in her entire life, she swore that if she was in the olympics at that moment, she would've won a gold medal for 100 meters; leaving the tattoo covered boy lying on the ground gripping onto his crotch for dear life.

The girl felt a pang of guiltiness but that didn't make her slower her step as she ran through the crowded Denver street. Her inner conscious advised her to try to run faster but her legs gave out and didn't seem to cooperate as well with her brain.

She was pretty sure she lost him but anything was possible so she just kept running, running until she felt like her legs were going to fall off. She decided to go back home as it was way much closer than her work and what was the point of going to work anyway if she knew she was already an hour late.

All she wanted to do was get home and take a long shower to wash off the stench of the coffee that had been spilled on her earlier.

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She made it to her house, her safe haven, especially now.

She makes it to her front door, and as if her day couldn't get any worse, she notices that she left her purse at the cafe's bathroom.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

She repeats those five words over and over as if they were going to magically make her purse appear in front of her.

All of a sudden she remembers that she had an emergency key under her door mat that illegibly reads 'Welcome' because of the many times people have stepped on it.

She mentally thanks herself for at least doing something right and for deciding against removing the key from under the door mat last week.

The girl opens the door to her apartment and practically kisses the floor, never having been more thankful to be in her house, ever.

She locks the door immediately, then placing her house key on her oak coffee table near the entrance of her house before striding over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, or two, before taking a shower and possibly, the longest nap she's ever taken in her life.

She walks up stairs, taking small steps, but she makes it and turns right to where her bedroom is located. She walks in, and jumps on her comforter, twisting and turning until she finally decides to get up and walk into the bathroom to take a shower, possibly the longest one she's taken in a long time.

She removes all of her articles of clothing and removes her crimson, chiffon blouse last, not ready to take in the image of the tomato red blisters she must have spread across her chest.

She finally unbuttons the last button, she removes it cautiously, trying not to worsen the blisters but is already too late as the she sees the blisters redden.

"Shit" she curses out loud. She finally decides to take a shower. She steps into the marble decorated shower and takes her time, cleaning herself well while trying to not hurt herself further than she already is.

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She steps out of the shower and wraps her towel around her body tightly, avoiding touching the blisters. All of a sudden, she hears the doorbell ring.

"Who could it be now?" she asks herself more irritated than anything.

As she's making her way down stairs, she can see a figure through her blurred glass door.

The figure looks familiar and she's praying to god that it's not who she thinks it is, and if it was she was going to call the police.

As she reached the last step, she huffs and makes her way to the doorknob and once she grabs ahold of it, she hears the lanky figure standing outside scream out

"Scarlett, Scarlett"

The voice she prayed she never had to hear again, there outside her door was the person to which it belonged to.

But before she opens the door without a second thought, she questioned something that played around in her head...

"How does he know my name?"

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(WELL this chapter ended up being longer than I expected it to be! but I hope you like it! Please guys, vote, comment, and share it and I hope you like it! God bless babes xx)