Tried For Error

1 | 0 ~ You look... normal

This chapter is dedicated, with great repentance, to my editor, HaroldTU, because she forced me to. To be honest, without her this book would have been completed 9 months ago.

(Important author's opinion: HaroldTU is a great potato.)

Silence fell over the room, for James didn't know what was the proper thing to say next.

"They're dead?" He finally whispered to himself.

Abruptly, he jumped up from the bed and launched himself into a deep rambling session of denial as he began pacing the length of the room.

"What do you mean, Abigail... or Scarlett... or whatever the hell you call yourself. How can they just be dead?!"

"Yes, it was a very tragic experience when they decided to kick the bucket. Although, my name is indeed Scarlett and I would highly suggest you start saying that with more respect next time."

The Abigail you knew never existed.

As immature as James was, an inaudible line of curse words followed her reply instead.

When Scarlett had enough and James truly started making no sense at all, she walked over to her bag in search of a pair of underwear. Without caring about him, she dropped her white towel to the floor before slipping on a matching black lace set.

"What do you think you're doing?" James suddenly squealed out, forgetting about his ranting and raging all together.

"Please, it is not like this is the first time you see me naked," Scarlett turned around, folding her arms over her chest as a slight smirk made it's way past her lips.

James could not help to blush the truth. He looked down sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. They did have a very close brother-sister relationship, but that was thirteen years ago when there was nothing to show. Now...

"Ca-can you please just cover yourself up with the towel?"

Shrugging, Scarlett bended down to retrieve the towel from the ground and wrapped it around herself.

"Grow up, James."

"Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring her comment before a serious look overtook his features," Now, remind me again why our parents are dead?"

"Always the businessman, huh? I do believe you were never the sharpest crayon in the package when we were kids, but dead means no longer living."

"Cut the sass, Scarlett. Just tell me the tru-"

A knocking sound at Scarlett's door interrupted James as Scarlett lifted a finger to her lips, silencing their talk about the past. She went over and opened the door with a tight lipped smile," What a wonderful suprise, Maria. Please, come in."

Maria nodded her little head before scurrying inside with a dress as Scarlett closed the door behind her. She stopped in her tracks when she saw James and an inadvertent gasp escaped her already parted lips, "Oh my god, James! What on earth are you doing in here?"

James winked at her and opened his mouth to reply, but Scarlett answered her instead," Do not worry about him, you are here to help me. Did you choose this beautiful dress for tonight?"

Scarlett rubbed the emerald green material between her fingers as a pleased hum filled the air. The few months that Scarlett lived on the streets when she was about nine years old made her despise fashion. She didn't have time to worry about looking cute for a boy she had a crush on and thought that only rich people were into such things- she didn't understand them. Fashion only started meaning something to her when she started her training as Scarletstroke. It was a symbol of escape from her past and a way for her to feel more confident about her body, no more insecurities.