Kidnapped By A Gang

Chapter 12

Scarlet's P.O.V

Once we reached the neighborhood, I could tell Adam was very confused.

I grabbed my bag and jumped out of the car. I practically ran to the pathway, with Adam following close behind me.

In order to get there you had to climb through a couple of fallen branches, Adam saw me doing this and just stood there.

"Come on don't be a baby, it's not very difficult!" After I said that he stated climbing through the branches and followed me down a muddy path into my favorite place, a beautiful creek.

I loved this place. He looked at it and was amazed by how beautiful it was. I really did miss this place.

I practically ripped my bag open and took out my journal along with my pencil I started drawing. (This is what it looks like ⬇️)

Yep I'm definitely the artsy type. I love drawing and sketching, it's not my fault!

"Wasn't it worth climbing through branches?" I say mostly to myself but Adam catches it.

"Yes, but I didn't take you for this type of person, you kinda give off the loner stay indoor type of person."

"I am a huge loner, and I do stay inside a lot, but I love nature, and art, and music, and I may be into fucked up shit, but I love the natural beauty of these type of places, there so pretty and away from people."

"So now might not be the best time to ask but, why did you freak out when you saw all of those people?"

Oh god this is awkward, I don't really tell people why I'm the way I am.

"Umm I kinda have an irrational fear of people, I can't really be around more than a few people at a time. It's weird but it's probably because of how much I isolate myself. Please don't tell anyone! I'm sorry for running out and not telling you, but I really really really needed to get out of there. I felt my heart start racing when I saw all of those people, and I knew I was going to have a panic attack, I didn't want to cry in front of them." My voice faded towards the end, but Adam definitely heard me.

"Don't worry I won't tell, and I'll always be hear to protect you, that's my promise to you."

"I've learned to never make promises, and never expect people to keep there promises."

He looked surprised at my response but what he said surprised,

"What's your story?"

"What do you mean?"

"What happened to you to make you so distrusting, lonely, and unhappy?"

"It's a LONG story, are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Yeah, I do. And I promise I won't leave you."

Memories come flooding back to me, memories that I've tried most of my life to forget. I take a shaky breath and try to hold back tears.

"When I was 7 my parents died, we where kidnapped and they were given a choice on who gets to live, them or there four children. They picked us." Several tears ran down my cheek before I was able to continue with my life story. "They-THEY WERE SHOT! Right in front of us! I was the oldest, I'm probably the only one that remembers. After that I was an orphan, all of my siblings got adopted but I didn't, for seven years. Then, when I was 14 I ran, I started getting as much money as possible, I spent almost everything I had on blades, drugs, and alcohol. I attempted suicide four times, but they failed because of people finding me. The forth time I attempted suicide the orphanage I was in found me and forced me to go back. I was sent to therapists every day, but I refused to talk to any of them. Eventually, after another two years, I was sent to a foster family, i started cutting again and I became an alcoholic. I was sent to about twenty different foster family's, after each of them found out, they gave me up, eventually a couple that couldn't have children adopted me, they knew, and they where the first to not leave me. Eventually they started abusing me, they stopped letting me eat, they called me worthless, selfish, a bitch, and ugly skank, ect. I believed them, because it was my fault my birth parents died, but after a year I was 18, and I ran, I was a teenage run away. I died my hair, got piercings, tattoos, and I never really stopped cutting, or being an alcoholic. At one point in time it was so bad that the police caught me and locked me in an asylum for two years. After they thought I was ok they let me leave, they were so wrong thought. I started a new life but things didn't get better, my depression was worse than ever and my anxiety disorder got worse, I started becoming paranoid and eventually I was so fucked up that I couldn't think straight for more than a minute. I always find ways to blame myself for everything, even if the rational part of my brain knows it's not my fault."

"Wow that's... disturbing."

"Anyways, let's just enjoy the beauty of this place, and not think about my shit of a life."

The look on his face was priceless, for a gang leader he obviously hasn't seen any backgrounds as fucked up as mine.

"Scarlet... you know your life doesn't have to be like that anymore. I'll protect you, I can help you be happy, you don't need to run away from your past anymore, you can have a future. Just don't EVER do what you did a few days ago again.