Masquerade (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 25

Luke stopped by his house so we could grab my things. When we got to my house, Luke and I said our goodbyes in his car. He hugged me and told me to call him if I need anything. I said goodbye then walked up to the door. I was about to knock but decided against it. What if they're sleeping? It is 12 something at night. I checked to see if the door was open but it wasn't. I went to grab my phone out of my bag to call Collin so he can open the door for me. As I was reaching in my bag, the door swung open and Calum stood there with wide eyes.

"Scarlett, hey." He said.

"Hey." I said. I walked passed him and into the house. I took my pumps off along with my jacket. As I was walking to the stairs to go to my room, Collin stopped me.

"S-Scarlett, uh hey." He said. He tried to pull me into a hug, but I flinched away. He looked at me in confusion. "What um, what are you doing here?" asks. I just shook my head and started walking away.

"Scarlett?" I heard Calum say. I froze. Why is he here? He knows.  He knows who killed my parents, and he didn't tell me. Instead he kept it a secret knowing how much I went through after their death. I glared at him, causing a confused face to appear on him.

"What are you doing here? Why are you even my friend? Is it out of pity for what your little girlfriend did? Because I don't want it." I said, he still looked confused. I shook my head and turned away.

"Scarlett! Oh my gosh are you okay? Well obviously you aren't but Michael called me and he was crying and he said what happened and I just wanna make sure you're you know okay." Ariana's voice rang through the house.

"What,  Scarlett what happened between you two? Are you okay?" Collin said.

"I don't want to fucking talk about it.  I came here thinking I can go to sleep in my house and not worry about anything. Does it look like I'm fucking okay? Do you not see me right now? I'm a mess and everything hurts. And I just wanted to sleep it all away and possibly never wake up. I understand that you guys want to help but I don't want it. I don't want none of your fucking pity or you telling me it's gonna be okay because it's not. Its not gonna be okay. I'm not okay. Now please leave me alone. And don't bother trying to check on me." I said, with tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Everyone was silent and looking at me. I turned around and walked into my room. The familiar atmosphere made me feel a sense of comfort. I put the dolphin and bag on my bed. I opened my bag and pulled out a shirt,Michael's shirt, and a pair of sweat pants, also Michael's. I lay down in my bed and cuddle my dolphin to my chest. It doesn't smell like him anymore but his clothes did. The familiar scent of cheap cologne and laundry detergent lulled me to sleep like it has for the past two months.

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When I woke up it was still dark.  I checked my phone to see what time it was.

3:23

I guess I'm not falling back asleep. I turned my light on and let out a huff of breath. I went to my desk and opened my laptop. I haven't been on it in ages. I always used Michael's. I typed in the password and it opened up to my home screen to a picture of Calum and I at the beach. I still can't believe he didn't tell me. It hurts knowing he kept that secret from me. Actually, two secrets. I told him everything. Yet he couldn't tell me about his secret relationship with the girl who is the reason my parents are no longer alive. The reason I was living a life of death. Okay well I see why he didn't tell me,  but it wouldn't hurt as much as it does now. I'd have a weight lifted off of my shoulders and maybe, just maybe my life would have been a little better.

But if Calum would have told me about Ariana and my parents, she most likely wouldn't have sat next to me in Art that one day. She wouldn't have invited me to the All Time Low concert. I wouldn't of talked to Michael. Michael and I probably would have never even crossed each other's path. Maybe that would have been a good thing. I wouldn't feel this pain. I wouldn't be in a feud with my brother.