Beacon of Hope

Chapter 7

Hey guys! how are you? it's been such a long time since i last updated but here i am again! Im sorry for the wait, ive been really busy with personal stuff and school! but im back and hopefully will be updating weekly! i love you guys so much, and i cant believe this story has almost 2.1k reads!!

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...... "You have your job back, I guessed you were lying about already having one so I decided to get you yours back.

I was the one that got you fired after all.
Thank me later"

Signed 'H. xx'

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Scarlett was still grasping Harry's note, in her now sweaty hands. She trotted upstairs to her bedroom and swiftly opened the door, she then sat on top of the mahogany- like chest at the foot of her bed and re-read the note over and over again.

She didn't know whether to believe the words encrypted on the sheet of paper or to think that he's just toying with her, so that she goes back to her used to be office the next morning, asking if she really did get her job back, only to be faced with humiliation, as they all sardonically laugh at her, making it evident that she fell into his cynical joke.

She decides to take a shower, thinking that it will help her assimilate whether or not she should believe what is written on the note left for her, or not.

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After showering, Scarlett looks over at the alarm that's placed on her nightstand and reads '9:43 pm', she rolls her eyes and notices her eyes are getting heavy, but restrains herself from falling. Instead, she makes her way to the kitchen and heats up some chamomille and linden tea to ease her nerves. As she treads back to her room, cup of tea in hand, she gets a flashback to the day she had met Harry, which was two days ago to be exact. The warm tea reminded her of the scorching hot coffee Harry had sloshed upon her just two days ago, and it seemed almost impossible that only two days had passed since that life altering event.

Memories of that morning run through Scarlett's brain faster than a rollercoaster going 110 mph. Scarlett becomes flustered and overwhelmed with all of her thoughts that once she's finished with her cup of tea, she puts the cup in the dishwasher and decides to go to bed, thinking that maybe she'll get some clarity if she has a much needed restful sleep.

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By the time she's laying in her bed, it's already 10:12 pm and Scarlett decides to set her phones' alarm for the same time she would wake up if she were to go to work the next morning, but that isn't the case this time, instead she's hoping Harry's gesture hadn't been a façade, and decides to go to Vick's offices and regain her job the next morning. As she lets the most needed sleep dawn on her, she hears strange footsteps and a patterned thumping coming from her front door. She gets up swiftly yet quietly and opens the top drawer of her bed side table, presses a button that only she knows where its located and a small compartment opens, revealing a .22 Beretta 87 Target handgun, which Scarlett takes without hesitation. She walks downstairs cautiously and once she's two feet away from the door she cocks the gun and aims; something her father had showed her how to do out in the shooting ranges.

Scarlett looks through the peep hole and her whole body relaxes once she realizes who stands behind the other side of the door. She sets the gun on a wooden table that is placed right beside her door, and with one swift motion, unlocks the door to reveal the last person she'd ever expect to show up at her house, once again.

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really hope you bunch enjoyed this chapter even though it's a filler. I have a lot of things planned for this story so hopefully you stay along for the ride.

guesses on who showed up at scarlett's house??

lots of love. xx