Broken, Bruised and Scared {COMPLETE}

Lies Hurt, But The Truth Is Worse.

~~~~~Andy's P.O.V.~~~~~

Scarlett curled up in a little ball and laid her head on my lap. It didn't seem like she knew that she did though. Her breathing slowed and then I knew that she was asleep. I started playing with her hair, I wish she would see herself like I see her; Perfect, beautiful and amazing.

“Andy and Scarlett sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!” Cece yelled.

“Oh shut up.” I said.

“Someone loves Scarlett.” Cece said in a sing-song tone and I smiled a bit.

“Yeah, that someone does love her.” I said and smiled a little.

“You need to ask her out.” Danie said.

“I don't know, she's been through a lot, I don't even know if she loves me back.” I said.

“There is only one way to find out.” Danie said.

“Yeah, I know, I think I’m going to wait a little bit longer.” I said.

“Don't wait too long. If you do then she might be with someone else.” Danie said.

“I know, I know.” I said.

~~~~~Scarlett's P.O.V.~~~~~

*****Nightmare*****

I was in a room, nothing was in it, all that was in there were walls, the floor and a door. The walls and floor were white but the door was black. What am I doing in here? I started to walk toward the door when I heard a voice. 'You're such a fat ass.' It sounds like my dad. I looked around the room but nobody was there. On the wall, written in red writing that dripped like blood, maybe it is blood, read 'YOU'RE SUCH A FAT ASS.' That wasn't there before, the wall was blank. Wasn't that what the voice said? Suddenly a bunch of voices filled my head, there are so many voices my head hurts. The voices were of different people. The voices in my head were quickly written down everywhere on the walls in red, bloody ink. 'DUMBASS FUCKING SLUT', 'WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT', 'DUMB EMO SLUT' and many more were written down. Every hateful thing that I was ever called was written down on the wall. The stinging words filled every empty space. I turned toward the door but it had somehow disappeared. I don't want to be in here, I want out! I backed up, still looking at the walls, and bumped into the corner of the room. I slid down the wall and brought my knees to my chest and cried. Why does everything have to happen to me? Mommy, where are you?

“I'm right here.” A voice said and I looked in that direction and saw mom.

“Mommy?” I asked.

“Don't call me that. I'm not your mother.” She said.

“Wh-What?” I asked, confused.

“It's time you knew the truth. I'm not your real mom, her name is Cynthia Leaf. She's was a friend of mine, whom I had hated but I dealt with her, got into a car crash. Both her and the other driver died but you survived. She had no other family, she was the last of your family left, so they tried to give you to her other friends but they did not want a child. Then they came to me and I was about to refuse when the care provider told me that if I refused, you would go to an orphanage. So I took you in.” She said.

“So my real mom is....dead?” I asked.

“Yes and that feels good to get off of my chest. I've been pretending to actually love you for so long. Now you know and I don't have to pretend.” She said and I started crying again.