Forever the Fighter

20. A fresh start

I haven't upadated in forever I know, I feel like this story just gets more and more confusing haha but I still love it anyways. Thank you to you guys who put up with the crazy story, and here's the next update:) there's probably like 30 grammer and plot issues with this because I haven't written in a while, but I hope you guys like it haha. I apologize for it being so short : /  

This couldn't be the full story. There has to be more. There's always more. 

I snatched a wire off, and left the IV on. Standing up abruptly, I go over to the window and crack it open, revealing a ledge. I was on the 2nd floor, easily giving me access to get down. Swinging myself out, I hop on the ledge and to the ground where I took off running to my old apartment.

It was a few blocks, but I could make it. After 15 minutes of non stop running, leaving me out of breath, I arrive and race up the steps to the room, banging on the door. She opens it up and squints at me. "Kylie? Is that you?"

"Mrs. Anderson, I need to know if anyone stopped by my room while I was gone," I said quickly. She looked startled, glancing around. "Mrs. Anderson," I attempt once more. She looked down at me with wide eyes, and began to slam the door. I stuck my foot in at the last moment, right as the door was centimeters from closing fully.

"You can't know. You musn't know. This isn't your battle Scarlett. It'll never be your battle," she said shakily, attempting to close it once more. My  face grew heated as I maintained eye contact with her.

"What do you mean this isn't my battle? I just went through a life and death situation, and you won't tell me a simple answer? What is up with that?" I asked angrily. Her eyes grew wide.

"Scarlett," she said.

"Don't Scarlett me! Tell me who went into that apartment," I commanded. She looked around and replied softly so that only I could hear it.

"A man. Tall, muscular, bore a good resemblance to you. Scarlett.." she said, her voice ringing, but I could barely hear her anyway.

My father. He's alive.

And my world started to spiral. 

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"MITCHELL!" I yelled into the payphone outside of my apartment.

"Scarlett? Thank god, where did you go?" he asked worriedly.'

"When I was 14, how did you find me and why did you chose me? Out of all people?" I questioned.

"I, uh, you looked sad, and I mean, y-you seemed like y-you had pot-tential and.." he stuttered his way through the words. I caught him.

"Cut the crap. Who told you to hire me?" I asked him, tossing another quarter into the machine. Sadly, it fell to the ground and I leaned over to pick it up.

"Scarlett, I mean..." he tried to avert the subject.

"Tell me," I hissed into the phone, grabbing the quarter.

"Your da-" and with that, the phone clicked off.

"Please insert 25 cents for another 5 minutes," the machine said in a monotone, but I didn't need to. It was in front of me. I knew it the entire time.

My dad. He was the reason for everything.

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I decided to let Ace and I stay with the Summers. But me? I was restless. The nights passed as I tried to piece everything together, but it was too complex. I ended up staying awake fo a stright 48 hours thinking and planning everything out. Everyone noticed, but no one would approach me about it. MItchell hadn't even called. I had a board pinned up in the room I shared with Ace, and across it I pinned up notes, pictures, anything I could find. My dad was missing, and I was going to find him.