❝I wanna tell you how
how I feel but I'm scared
of being hurt again, scared
of you not feeling the same
and scared of falling harder.❞
In which a husband and wife finds themselves torn apart, only to be brought back together again.
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❝I don't... I can't do this. Not now.❞
Scarlett's POV
I just stood there. I didn't turn around, I didn't do anything. My feet stayed still as I froze.
I didn't want to see the look on his face-- I would fill up with tears and I couldn't bear it. I just wanted to leave.
"I just need to know why you didn't tell me!" He shouted and I took a deep breath. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt him making his way to me. "As the father, I should at least know why I couldn't know about my unborn child..." He placed his hand onto my shoulder. "Scar..." I close my eyes and exhale lightly.
His hand makes his way down my arms and he attempts to turn me around. Benedict was successful in his attempt.
As I turn round, my eyes still remain closed and I keep my tears back. "Please..." I could hear his voice in front of me.
"No..." I whisper and he caresses my cheek.
"Open your eyes. Scarlett please. Open them." I turn my head away.
"I want to go... Please... Let me go."
"I can't. You know I can't." He pushes my face towards him, slowly. "You're scared..." I open my eyes slightly-- he could always see straight through me. I look at him, my eyes fully open and I see his frown. It was being blurred, bit by bit as my eyes filled with tears. "Who...? Or what...?" I vigorously push him away and he keeps his balance.
"Get away, please..." I say, touching my baby bump and I winced in pain slightly. It was because I was thinking about her. I was lying to myself and to everyone else about the real cause of us drifting further apart. "I need to go." Wiping my tears, I hold tightly onto Mr Snuggles and flung the door open.
I make my way outside.
"Wait, Scarlett wait!" I lose myself.
"No!" I scream and more tears fill up in my eyes. "You don't need to know, you bastard!" His frown deepens.
"Scar, I-"
"I don't wanna hear it! You don't understand what I'm going through! No one does! I don't need you anymore, Paul is helping me through everything and I owe him everything! You just go back to your fiancé, and shag her! I'm not letting her drag the kids away!" I open my car and pull the door open.
"What? Scarlett, wait, please!" He yells and I sit in my seat, slamming the door.
I struggle to find the insert for my key and in those moments, Benedict runs up to my window, knocking and knocking.
But I kept it closed as I crumbled.
As soon as the engine turned on, I drove away.
Once I arrived home, I stayed outside. And wept. This was the moment I let everything out.
Coming out from my car was a blur-- my eyes were sore and puffy.
Once I opened the door, I lightly closed it. I dropped my keys onto the table next to me and walked into the living room, where Ella and Christina sat with Paul. Placing the bear in front of them, I silently leave and go upstairs.
"Scarlett?" I hear Paul say my name before I left the room.
I was in shock. I was confused.
Closing my bedroom door, I walk forwards a couple of steps and began crying, this time was louder.
And that's when I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around me and I buried my head into my brother's shoulder as he stroked my hair.
"I ruined everything... Paul... I..."
"Shh... I'm here sis." He kissed the top of my head. "I'm here..."
A few hours later, I came out of the bathroom and lay down on my bed-- Paul slithering under the sheets next to me. "All better?" He asked and I nodded. "I wish I didn't let you go. You wouldn't be like this... Now." I shrugged.
"It doesn't matter. He knows." Sighing, I lean my head back. "And then she'll know."
"Who?" Paul asks, confused.
He was my brother.
"Katherine."
"What will she do?"
"She'll torture me and send the kids off to boarding school." I explain.
"What!" Paul exclaims and I put my hand over his mouth.
"Shh..." I remove my hand.
"And you haven't told anyone this? Not even Benedict?" I shake my head.
"I told you. I don't want to ruin his happiness." Paul sits up.
"And what about yours? We have to tell-"
"Look, I'll explain it... just let me do it. Please." I stare at my brother and he nods. Then, I rub my baby bump.
"You still love him, don't you?" I lick my lips.
"I wasn't so sure until today, but... yes."
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I've been recently obsessed with Assassin's Creed II: the game, but also Ezio! So I introduced the theme above to go with this scene, as it's truly beautiful. Enjoy ❤
