The Truth About Us (Austin Mahone Fan Fic- editing)

Chapter 13- My Drug (e)

I giggled as Austin flipped through the photo album and pointed at a picture. It was of us smiling, arm in arm. The background was a bit hazy, but you could see tiny, joyous children in the back.

"Tell me about this one." He smiled a heart-warming smile. 

"Okay," I said as I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ears. I smiled as I remembered that day. It was a perfect day, well, almost perfect.

I started to tell him about this picture's event.

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He had taken me on a picnic. I had never had a picnic before since my family was basically dysfunctional and not much of a family-time type. I was in a simply red sundress and he looked perfect in a simple white T and cargo shorts. 

"Where are we going?" I said still mystified, my hair was blowing in the slight breeze.

"You'll see!" He laughed and his eyes crinkled with amusement. He took my hand and held it. "It'll be fun!"

And soon enough, I did see. He had brought me down to the pier. And in his hand he held a basket.

"What's that for?" I smiled.

"You'll see." He responded yet again. And soon he was setting up a picnic. A classical checkered blanket, snacks, sandwiches, everything. Once he was done he looked at me, "Well, remember how you said you've never had a picnic before? I decided it was time to change that. We can enjoy a picnic on the beach watching the sun set. Romantic huh?" He looked proud of himself.

"Very." I punched him lightly on the arm. 

"Well what are you waiting for? Sit!" He pulled my down onto his lap. 

Sooner that I hoped for, the night was done. The food was eaten, the sun had set, the waves rolled in gently, and it was getting chilly. "

We should probably go soon. You're shivering." Austin wrapped his arms around me, and then handed me his jacket.

"Okay..." I whispered. 

He picked me up, and carried me to the car. 

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear has he set me down.

"Anything for you, princess." He smiled, shut the door, and walked to the other side to get into his seat. 

Everything was perfect- Austin, the picnic, watching the sunset... up until we got back to my house.

I kissed Austin goodbye and walked into the living room. The place was a wreck. And glass shards... they were everywhere. I bent to pick up a piece, it was from a beer bottle. Strange, Maddie never drank beer, and I was pretty sure Richard only drank beer on football Sundays.

"Mads?" I called as I navigated around the fallen room. "Maddie are you home??"  I knew Richard was away on a business trip and it wasn't like Maddi to throw a party when he's gone. I mean for god's sake, she was an adult and Richard was her husband. "Maddie?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HOME SO LATE?!" A voice cut through the silent house. A disheveled figure appeared; it was my mother. Her blonde hair was a rat's nest, her face red, old and sunken, and her eyes were angry, drunk angry. She had a wild look and acted like a caged animal.

"Mom?!" I gasped, I hadn't seen her since I left to go live with Maddie. It was a shock to see my beautiful mother so... ruined, ruined beyond repair. "What-"

She slapped me across the face. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! WAS THAT A BOY I SAW?" She slapped me again. "GOD DAMMIT SCARLETT, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT, ARE YOU TRYING TO GET RAPED?!" She reeled again, but I didn't feel the brunt of her attack.

I opened my eyes and saw Maddie standing in front of me. "Get out, mother." Her voice was cold. I saw that the left side of her face was red. And I shrouded behind her... like so many other times I had before. Mads was always the one who protected me from her. She was always the one standing between us... protecting, shielding me.  "Get out." Maddie's voice was cold and harsh. "I will call the police if you don't leave."

And so the police were called. My mother was taken to jail and hell, who knows where she ended up.

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I didn't realize that I was crying until I felt Austin pull me into him. "I'm sorry." He murmered. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." I whispered. 

"But I asked about it..." He sounded sad, "I'm-"

"It isn't your problem." I said more forcefully. I straightened myself out and wiped away the tears. "It was my mother, not you." 

I smiled a meek smile and flipped the page. 

He gave me a weak grin and pointed to another picture, "how about this one?"

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Austin's POV

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Scarlett was perfect. Her hair, her voice, her everything; she was my drug. But there was something about her that was broken, and i desperately wanted to fix that, to make her whole again. I wanted to hug her tight and tell her everything in life was going to be okay. But most of all, I wanted to never let her go, ever again. I wanted her to be mine, I wanted to show her the wonders of the world, I wanted her more than a alcohol addict wanted his daily 10 bottles of beer. She was my drug, and no rehab could fix it.

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I listened to our stories, the truth behind us, I listened to her stories- her mother and her past. The story about when we first met and the truth behind her. She was utterly perfect, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her.

Sure she wasn't really my girlfriend, but I'm working on it. If she was mine before... then she's still mine, right? 

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I laid in bed listening to the soft rain beat down on the window. I couldn't sleep- my head was filled with thoughts about Scarlett. So I sat up and pulled out my computer. I logged into twitter and scrolled through my mentions: austinrahone, redameezy, samimahone4, emilyrosexo, austinpixie16, icecreamahone, sexgodmahone_, 74pizzas, damahomeglobe, ohheyitsmahone, the users all blurred together until I saw the one that stood out... Scarlett's. Her tweet was simple: i love @austinmahone. That's all, nothing else, but yet it warmed my heart and a smile appeared on my lips.

She loved me... she really loved me.

My phone buzzed: one new text.

Scarlett? I hoped as I picked up the red iphone.

Camila: Hey Austin! You up?

I sighed, it was only Camila. The girl from 5th Harmony, and truthfully, I didn't want to reply to her, or in that fact, have anything to do with her. But management insisted we stayed in touch.

Austin: Yah hey wassup?

Camila: O nothing much, cant sleep hbu

Austin: Same its late thou u should get to bed

Camila: o silly its only 11 

Austin: lol 

Camila: so are you free tomorrow? I was wondering if you wanted to get ice cream or something

Austin: can't busy- sorry ): 

Camila: o ok maybe nxt time

Austin: Next time for sure! I gtg ttyl- night!

I wasn't really busy tomorrow... i just wanted to go spend more time with Scarlett. I tossed my phone aside and went back to twitter. 

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(a/n)

this chapter is kind of edited... I'll edit the rest later

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