Chapter 12

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Scarlet POV:
That. Was. HORRIBLE!!!!! Why was it horrible you ask? Well once we get there we are mobbed by fans and then once they leave we go into the water and i swear I almost died because I touched something squishy on the floor of the ocean so I ran out of the water screaming and people thought it was because there was a shark so someone called the police and we got kicked out of the beach area. After that we went to some restaurant to eat and Sam was getting mad because the waiter kept hitting on me so eventually Sam snapped when he gave me his number and we got kicked out of there too and now in the present, Sam and I are arguing.
"Sam! You can't just call someone a dick bag like that!" I scream. "He was hitting on you Scar! your mine and he shall not have you! He knew that we were together but he still gave you his number! Speaking of his number, did you throw it away?" He asks. "Yes." I lie. Personally, I thought the guy was pretty nice so I wasn't going to throw his number away without actually giving him a chance. "Okay.." He says. "I am going to take a shower" I say. He nods and sits on the bed while I head into the bathroom. I get in and just sit down. I look at all my scars, from the crash, self harm, 'him',those girls. I think about it and relize how far I have come and how I need to keep my head up and keep going forward. I wash up then get out and relize that I forgot clothes. I groan and wrap myself in a towel. I walk out and over to my suitcase. I bend over and grab my bra, panties, and my  oversized shirt. 
"Ugh, scar?" I stand up and turn around. And see Sam wide eyed and I forgot he was in here. "Oh, hey!" I said normally. He tries not to let me see but he gettin' a little turned on. I start laughing when he relizes and blushes like crazy. I walk back to the bathroom and drop my towel. I was putting my bra and underwear on when Sam comes barging in. I look up shocked until I am slammed against the wall with lips against mine. If your asking why I didn't lock the door, it's because I don't trust it. I'm afraid I am going to get locked in without a way out. Don't ask.
Sam and I keep making out until we hear a knock on the door. He groans but goes and get's it. I put the shirt on and walk out of the bathroom into my room. I look towards the door and see Sam and Kian talking.  
"Hey, whats up?" I ask. Kian looks at me with sad eyes and Sam doesn't even turn to look at me. "What's wrong?" I ask. Kian walks up to me and Sam just sits down where he is. "Scar, your friend Tessa. She, She passed away while we were at the beach." He says. I just stare at him. I don't say or do anything. A single tear goes down my cheek and then I fall to the ground sobbing. Sam comes over and raps his hands around me. I keep crying not caring that i'm getting his shirt all wet. I eventually get up as Kian leaves and I get drressed into a black lace dress, with black lace heels, and a black flower crown on my blonde wig. I figured that I would wear it to support her because she had always loved my blonde hair. I did a black smokey eye and black lipstick. I know this is something you would wear to a funeral but I am not in a colorful mood. Sam and I walk out of the room and to the hospital to see her.

Today is not my day.

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