When Red Roses Die

Chapter 4

Scarlett

"No," I said through tight lips as I parked in front of the house.

"But Scar..." Did he really just stick out his lip and pout?

"Bash, I said no." I turned the car off and got out. Bash was by my side in an instant.

"But..."

I cut Bash off. "I will not nor will I ever wear a dress. It's not convenient nor is it comfortable. End. Of. Discussion." I walked to the back of the car and got my groceries. I passed by Bash, who was still pouting, as I walked up the few steps to my front door.

I shuffled all the bags to one hand and unlocked the door with the other. I pushed the door open with my hip, quickly took off my shoes, organized them as best I could, shut the door, and walked to the kitchen where I placed all the groceries on the counter.

"Insufferable females," Bash muttered as he collapsed into one of the chairs in my living room.

I was too busy putting away the groceries to care when Bash stiffened. Or when he suddenly disappeared.

He is so dramatic sometimes. I smiled to myself.

Once everything was put away, I bunched the plastic bags up and put them in a special bin under the sink for later use.

Then I went about cleaning the counter and kitchen in general.

I randomly looked up at the clock and noticed the time.

Damn, Bash and I really spent the whole day just exploring the mall.

Damn, I really went all day without thinking about my past once. All thanks to Bash.

We didn't buy much though. We just strolled the mall. I may have stopped at a few hunting stores and looked at some new switchblades that I would not have minded adding to my collection.

Now it was nearly dinner time.

Deciding I needed to change my sweatshirt for something lighter so I could cook, I made my way back to my room.

Panic and fear immediately set in when I opened my door and saw my disheveled bed.

Is this really Bash's idea of revenge. Mess up the one thing in my fucked up life that brings me peace and calm?

I felt my whole world shift as I just stared at my messed up bed. My dirty and filthy bed.

I scrambled to fix it. Deciding I needed a fresh slate, I ripped the comforter and sheets off the bed. Then I tried to calm myself as I put my bed back together. I spent an extra ten minutes straightening it out and ensuring it was perfectly made.

As I took in my perfect bed, I felt calm wash over me. There all better.

Now that that disaster is fixed, I turned and walked into my closet.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw the messed up order and riffled with clothes.

"That Basta..." I cut myself off as a thought crossed my mind.

Bash wouldn't do this.

Bash knows how much the order and neatness matters to me. He knows how much I crave and need it. No, no Bash would not do this.

Although that meant something really bad. Somebody else messed up my stuff. Somebody was in my house. Somebody could still be in my house.

I instantly went to my dresser and opened the bottom drawer. I pulled out my handy dandy firearm, checked it for ammo, checked the safety, and left my closet.

"Shit." Somebody cursed. The voice was deep. Deeper than Bash's.

"Who's there?" I swept the room with my eyes.

To my surprise somebody actually answered.

"Put the gun down." A different voice spoke from a different part of my room.

"Show yourself." I steadied my breath as I searched my semi dark room. I don't see anybody. I concluded.

As if summoned by that thought two people appeared. Like out of thin air. I knew they weren't ghosts though cause ghosts give off different vibes. So who the fuck were these people and how did they just do that.

They stood at opposite corners of my room. My headboard for my bed laid against the wall, separating the two males.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my home." I picked one to look at as I aimed at the other.

The one I stared at made my breath catch.

Holy Norse gods. Literally.

The male I currently looked at was as hot as a Norse god. If not hotter.

He stood about 6 feet and 4 inches. Even from a distance, he towered over my 5'7 frame. His black hair somehow even darker than my room and eyes a beautiful gray. His hair styled really short on the sides but long on top, somewhat military cut. He was muscular. Like he worked out twice a day, muscular. His black dress pants, black dress shirt, and black tie reminded me of Bash. My eyes were already adjusted to the darkroom so I could see his tanned skin.

He gave off a very powerful vibe.

"Who we are is unimportant. And we have come to return you home." The other male spoke, which brought my attention to him.

The male's good looks made me nearly gasp.

Like the other male, this one was tall, although an inch or two shorter than the one with black hair. He had deep red hair that rivaled mine. I could see the natural streaks of color in his hair. His hair was styled like the first male, but the redhead had somewhat longer hair. Where I had green eyes, the male had teal blue eyes that somewhat resembled ice. His skin tanner than mine. Which really wasn't hard cause I was white white.
He wore simple blue jeans and a tight gray T-shirt that showcased his washboard abs. Though his muscles were slightly smaller than the one with black hairs. I looked up to his eyes and saw that they were dancing with humor.

"You're not to bad yourself." He cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"Erik." The one with black hair growled. Which, for some reason, sounded really sexy.

"What?" The redhead-Erik-grinned more. "I was just pointing out the obvious."

Wait. Suddenly what the redhead had said earlier registered in my brain. Return me home? I am home.

"What did you mean return me home?" I asked looking at Erik as I switched my gun to point at the other male, who had taken a step closer at some point.

"Your father hired us to take you back. Apparently you ran away, and he wants his, as he put it, 'Little Red Rose' back."

Ice ran through my veins. As my brain and heart froze. I had hoped to never hear that nickname ever again. That retched bloody nickname.

My hands suddenly started trembling as I dropped the gun and panic took over my every thought.

No. No. No. I got away. I can't go back. I can never see that man again.

I fell to the floor as a sob rushed out of me.

"No please. I can't go back." I sobbed as my every muscle went limp and everything became numb.

I was suddenly pulled into an old memory.

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Hi! I hope you liked Chapter 4! I'm so excited to finally introduce the guys. Who do you like so far? Let me know what you thought of this Chapter.