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Chapter: Fifteen

Scarlett

"Please just don't ask." I plead pointlessly as Alex helps me into the kitchen. Alex twists his head to look at me and fixates me with a glare. He'd told me to stay in the car while he brought Ashley upstairs to a spare room. He got her cleaned up and apparently, she passed out right when she fell into the bed but when he came back to get me, the questions he was dying to ask were written all over his face.

"You expect me to not ask questions when your sister calls me at three in the morning telling me that you're in trouble and need me to pick you up. And then when I get there everyone is covered in blood and are crying. Obviously, I'm going to fucking ask questions!" He shouts at me and I flinch. He notices this because his expression softens. He makes a move towards me but I shake my head slightly as a stray tear slips down my cheek. He lets out a rattled sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry for yelling but I just wish you trusted me enough to tell me what's going on."

"If I didn't trust you, Alex, I wouldn't have had Ash call you. I wouldn't have let her give you my address. I wouldn't have let you take us in if I didn't trust you. I trust you more than you will most likely ever know, you just don't know how hard all of this is for me." I say sighing before wiping the tears off my face with my left hand. My head is still pounding and the light is blinding me. I grimace and Alex looks down at me concerned.

"Okay. Let's just get you cleaned up first and then we can talk." He says quietly and I agree silently with a nod of my head. I stand up and throw my good arm over his shoulder before he leads me into a small bathroom. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and I gasp. I stop as I take in the two slashes on my forehead, still dripping blood, a purple bruise stretched across my jaw, hands covered in blood, one completely crippled with the knuckles bruised and bloody and a left arm dangling limply at my side. My head is pounding from the pain and I'm most likely suffering from a concussion. I pull up my pant leg to find finger marks wrapped around my ankle where Bruce yanked me down the stairs. A cry escapes my lips and I shudder as sobs wrack my entire body.

Alex looks down at me immediately and pulls me into a hug, being wary of my still dislocated shoulder. I cry into his chest and let out all of what I've been feeling for over the past two years onto his nice pajama shirt. His hand soothingly rubs my back and he murmurs softly in my ear trying to calm me down. I sink to the floor as my breathing becomes short and soon I'm gasping for air. Alex crouches down in front of me with worry etched onto his face. "Just breathe Scar. Please just breathe for me, okay? Breathe in deeply through your nose," He says and I copy what he says. I feel my lungs fill with air and before he tells me to breathe out through my mouth I let go of the breath and sigh. I sit on the ground for a moment while I catch my breath.

Alex helps me to my feet and he glances at me nervously. I look up at him with what I think is a smile as a way of saying thanks. "Can you grab me a cloth or a towel?" I ask and he nods before bending down to grab a hand towel from under the sink. He hands it to me with a questioning look on his face. I place it in my mouth before biting down on it. I tell him to wrap his hand around my left arm and he does so.

"Now jerk your hand up." I say through the towel and he shakes his head frantically.

"No Scar, I think we should leave that for the doctors." He says but I ignore him as I ready myself for the pain.

"I'm gonna loose feeling in my arm soon if you don't put it back in place. Please just do it." He gazes at me for a moment before sighing. I brace myself before he jerks his hand in an upwards motion. I feel my shoulder crack as it pops back into its socket and I scream into the cloth in pain. Alex looks at me like I'm crazy but I try and shake it off. I take a couple of deep breaths before my breathing returns back to normal.