Denial

ch. 43

"Stacey is here my dear, shall I welcome her into the patio?" Regina curtly asks as I'm sitting alone out on the patio, waiting to speak with Stacey. I haven't been dancing like I'd like too, but with all of this happening I need to release some stress. Dance is the only other option other than drug abuse in order for it to take affect.

"Yes, thank you. Please bring up some breakfast, I'm sure she hasn't eaten and I'm quite hungry myself" I smile towards Regi before she curts, leading herself out.

I took a small sip from the glass of wine before looking out onto the beautiful mountains, leading the sun to slowly rise to its rightful place. I long nothing more than to finally be, truly happy. There's no way I could get out of this, or help Harry get out of this for that matter because I'm the only child; But if I had the say, he wouldn't be dragged into any of this. It's such a terrible feeling to know that someone is being forced into such a position only to receive no benefit, he's made to feel for me and it just feels wrong.

"Scarlett! You bitch, can't believe you haven't called me until now" Stacey's soft spoken voice sterns out into an annoyed tone, oh how I've missed her. Other than Em, she's the one who knows about all that's going on because of how close her family is with my mother.

"Been all a bit hectic Stace, I'm sorry. But I do need to speak with you" I carefully say, trying not to worry her too much. Stacey pulls out of our embrace slowly with a still expression, almost as if she knows it's no good.

"Don't tell me that son of a bitch touche-" She curses out about to leave the patio, referring to Harry. Almost forgetting she didn't know about the incident in Miami, I shut myself up before I pull out what's already been forgotten.

"Chill, Stace. This has nothing to do with him touching me, not denying the fact that we may or may not have been together in such way you may be thinking...." I lead on, looking down towards my feet ready to get a stern talking too. Much to my surprise, she stays in silence only looking over my expression of words before finally speaking up, with a look of unbelief.

"No. Fucking. Way. Scarlett, please tell me your joking. Please tell me your not actually, 'in love' with that bastard after all the bullshit he's put you through" I was almost afraid of the amount of judgement being thrown my way, especially from Stacey. She's the tough love kind of girl, she's not one to forgive and forget, more like remember and avenge. Probably how and why we became friends in the first place, recalling my attitude I obtained when I met her.

"No, no look. Hear me out okay? I- It's just- please don't be upset with me. Sit down will you? I'd be nice to talk this out in a civilized manner, plus I really need you right now" I hum out, holding my hand out for her to take, only for her to reject my gesture and make her way to the table on her own. I sigh and follow close behind, I know this isn't going to be easy and I sure as hell will get a few nasty words out of this, but I need help.

"What is it exactly, that you need to speak with me about?" I hear her huff in defeat as her expression and the stern look in her eyes soften, as I sit myself down in front of her.

"I'm going to go insane, Stace. That's just it, I'm going to loose my shit and everything around me is going to fall" I can't seem to find other words to express how I'm feeling at the moment other than those, I can't seem to find any other way to have Stace understand. The new chilly breeze, blows swiftly by every part of bare skin that I provided with my pink silk nightgown I hadn't changed out of. I shivered before hugging at my torso and pulling my bare feet up onto the wooden chair.

"Don't, don't speak like that Scar. Your not going to go insane, how about you speak to me about everything yeah? And I promise to listen" Her light brown hair falls onto her pale face as her bright blue eyes look into my dull brown ones, her voice seems to sound sympathetic and it only relieves me to know that she's willing to compromise.