Catching My Queen

||SCARLETT||

Ryan's PoV

Tired, exhausted, and hurt.

I was tired of the bullshit more than anything else. The beating had exhausted me. Furthermore, I was hurt, emotionally and physically. The hatred I saw in my father eyes was enough for me to accept the fact that we will never be the same.

Even though, after Scarlett left us, I was hopeful. Maybe we can get through this phase but not anymore. The darkness that has wrapped our family had already spread in our heart. We have no more hope.

"Ouch," I yelp in pain when mom started to clean my nose. I am not going to lie the punch hurt like a bitch.

"Shut up." Mom snapped at me. She pressed the ice pack on my nose. I clench my jaw in pain. "It hurts."

"Who told you to shout at him?"

"He was acting like a dick."

"A major one." She retorted. Her eyes were red and swollen due to crying so much. My heart aches for her.

My mom was one of the elegant ladies, but my dad had ruined her. For the past three years, she was hoping that maybe dad will come back to her but it all went to hell. She knew all the affairs dad had in the office, but she never said a word. But today, she had broken down and I knew once she made a decision she will never back down.

"I am going to my room. I need wine." She said and I nodded. I was positive she won't sleep tonight. She will be crying tonight. I jerked my head, and she glances at me for the last time and walked away.

I walked towards my room with a contrite heart. I was about to open my bedroom door when my hand came to a sudden halt. My gaze snapped to the door beside mine, Scarlett's room. My heartache in my chest, the moment, my eyes met with the picture that was plastered over the door. It was my picture with an X drawn with a red marker. At the bottom of the picture, it says, 'Kiss his face and enter'.

Since the day Scarlett died, no one possessed enough courage to enter her room. I was pretty certain it was the same untidy room the way she left it when she went out of the party.

I shook my head and opened my room. I flung myself on the bed and stared at the white ceiling. My mind was a mess. All the thoughts were roaming around. I wanted to get away from this life. I could hear my mum sobs and it didn't make me feel better. I wanted to hold her, hug her and tell her that everything will be fine but I didn't. I was a coward who had no strength to console her mum.

My eyes closed at their own accord and a certain brown eyes face appeared in front of me. Zara Williams.

It has been exactly two weeks since she came back but she was able to capture my mind and heart. The more I pushed her away, the more I was attracted towards her.

Her big doe eyes were entitling me. They were deep, full of emotions. She was in pain but she acted tough.

It was a great shock for me when I saw her after three years. I thought I lost her, and I would never see her again but here she was, standing in front of me. Her eyes taunting me, telling me how much she has changed and I didn't like it a bit. I hated it. She was not the same person anymore.

I loathed her because she ran away from me. She barely let me explain myself. I was wrong when I wrongfully accused her but what did she do? She ran away when she damn well knew what I was undergoing. But you left her when she was mourning her bed friend. My subconscious taunted me.

Zara and I were both broken; everyone and everything was broken in away. Our soul was broken into perfect pieces. I don't know how Zara pieces were ruthlessly torn but she was broken beyond repair.

The pain from the hits came back making me groan. I wince and scarcely closed my eyes. For the first time in ages, I let the sleep envelop me in it's embraced with one thought in my mind if today was long then tomorrow will be worse.

"What happened? Where is Scarlett?" I rushed in the room and frantically looked around. Zara was sitting beside the wall, her head in her knees. Her hair was a mess and she was bawling her eyes out. My heart lurched in my stomach when I saw the state she was in.

"Zara," I walked towards her and shook her shoulders. She picked her head up and the moment her eyes met mine, I was sure there was something wrong. Something had happened in this room, and I was extremely late.

She looked at me with ragged tears streaming down her eyes. My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and she wrapped her arms around me and sob. My heart was beating fast. The anticipation of something bad had happened was eating me alive. My hands were shaking at my side.

Her voice cracked, and she pointed towards the bed. I had failed to notice the bed before. My gaze travelled incessantly towards her pointed finger. That was the moment when my heart stopped beating. The first thing that my eyes notice was blood. I felt my throat clot making me say quite. I walked towards the bed when my footstep came to a sudden halt. Sweat beads started forming on my forehead. My breath was coming out short and my chest was heaving up and down with panic.

The scene in front of me was enough to make me sick to my stomach. I held down the bile and shut my eyes tightly, in a desperate attempt to escape the bitter reality. I saw my twin sister in front of me laying in the pool of blood, her blood.

My eyes opened and I looked around. It was another nightmare, and my heart raced in my chest. I was having a panic attack. My whole body started to tremble, and it was hard to breathe. I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath. The same scene was plastered in my mind, making it hard for me to forget. My gaze travelled to the calendar, and I took a deep breath.

26 February, Today was Scarlett death anniversary.