Beautiful Scars [1] ✔

Chapter Thirty Seven

Okay. I know I left you hanging at the most important part in the book, but just to let you know, it will be like that from now on, since school has started for me and I'm taking two classes that aren't exactly my best subjects, Geometry and Biology. I'm actually enjoying Geometry though, which is weird, since Math is my worst subject. Haha. I actually spent, literally, thirty minutes doing "Perpendicular Bisectors" just because it was fun. * coughs (Even when I could've been updating)*
Anyway... I was searching through my book sack the other day and I found my favorite poem, which actually fits to this story. It's called "Flint". Here it is:

           Flint:
An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.

A diamond is a brillant stone,
To catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire.

The feelings I get from reading this are unexplainable. The author is Christina Rossetti. She is dead, since this poem is actually VERY OLD. Like Pride and Prejudice old. Anyway, enough of my useless and most likely boring rambling.. Here's the chapter :) Hope you enjoy it!
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In that moment, I had zero words. I was experiencing two feelings, and I couldn't decipher which one was stronger.

Fear. Or shock. As I regained my breath, I opened my eyes and stared.

The man was 6'0, and he had blonde hair, just like Melissa. His eyes though, that's what got me. One was green and one was blue. If you stared into them for too long, you'd get lost in them. And it wasn't the good kind of lost either.

"Well.." He chuckled. "What do we have here?"

The way he said the question was as if he were talking about the weather, and I knew immediately that he wasn't going to be the only murderer in the house if this kept up.

"My name's Sophia. Do you remember me? Because I sure as hell remember you."

He tapped his hand against his chin and tsked. "And why would you remember me?"

I felt my entire body go rigid and for once, I didn't try to calm myself down. "You're the jackass that murdered my parents. And you tried to murder me too."

He raised his eyebrows and I swallowed, continuing. "Meghan and Christian Wordon. Remember them?"

He laughed, walking over to the bed. He shuffled through the mess and grabbed the photo book. As he did so, I shoved my phone in my pocket quickly and tried to act natural. He turned back around, the photo book open. "Yes. They were a beautiful addition to my collection."

I growled. "Your collection is stupid, Mr..."

"Reagan. Reagan Dmitry." So that was Melissa's last name. "And it's not stupid. It's very entertaining."

"You're sick, Mr. Reagan. And I'm going to tell everyone what you've done."

He shook his head. "That is a very interesting thing to say, but sadly, it won't work."

I tried to scream, but was shocked as a hand was covered over my mouth, and another grabbed under my knees. I kicked and thrashed as I was carried into the living room, and I decided to do the next best thing. I bit his hand. He howled in pain and I took this as my opportunity to escape. I was running, and the next thing I knew- I was falling. I cried out in pain as I fell head first, tumbling into a roll, my arms and legs spread out in awkward angles as I landed.

I groaned, and I tried to move my leg. I couldn't. I bit my lip and cried in agony and slid on my butt, heading for the door.

I screamed as a foot pressed down on my now broken leg and I heard a snap. I opened my eyes and saw Reagan hovering over me, a wicked smile on his face. He came closer and stroked my cheek, his eyes glowing. "So beautiful. So much like Meagan."

"You sick son of a bitch!" I hollered, spitting into his eye.

He wiped his eye and scoffed. "Son, I need some help here. Go get the rope and tape. Oh, and the big kitchen knife."

I heard shuffling in the kitchen, then the door opened and I was staring at the last person I would've expected to see.

Matthew.

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He walked towards me and grabbed me the minute Reagan let go. I winced as he flipped me over, tying my hands together and my feet. "You know, you always did have a thing for Melissa's siblings."

"What?"

"I remember I went eat at your house one night. Those people I came with, I always thought they were my family. I was wrong. I was adopted. And that man is my father."

"So you'd kill me? Just because he says to?"

He laughed. "I'm not the one doing it. So yeah, I would."

He flipped me over, and I grunted at the pain. He grabbed a strand of my hair and ran his fingers through it. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah, well, the feelings not mutual."

He rolled his eyes and the door opened. Reagan came out carrying a camera, his left eye turning red. So I got him good. Point Sophia.

"You can let go of her now Matthew. I'll carry it from here." Matthew nodded, and backed away, going to Lord knows where.

Reagan sat down next to me and took the duct tape that Matthew had dropped onto the ground. Before he could put it on, I said, "Wait. Before you kill me, can you at least tell me why you killed my parents?"

He swallowed. "If I must. You probably don't know this, but I loved your mother. More than anything. We had an affair at one time, but then she chose to pick your father over me. Worthless person to choose. I am sincerely sorry that you were there to witness it, though. I would never have hurt you, but as you can see, I have no choice in the matter now."

He put the duct tape over my mouth and I watched as he straddled me, the knife now in his hand. "On the plus side, you'll be a great addition to my collection.." He pressed the knife to my throat and slid it to the left. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw blood splatter onto the floor. I watched as the puddle became larger. He stopped midway, stood up, and grabbed a gun that was resting on the couch. He cocked it and grinned. This was it. I was dying. I closed my eyes and waited.

Suddenly, the door busted open, and I heard Aston holler, "Sophia!" I opened my eyes to see policemen charging in and watched as they tackled Reagan. They cuffed him and he growled and cursed as he was being dragged away. Aston yanked the tape off of my mouth and untied me, pulling me to him. He breathed in my scent and I felt his tears falling onto my scalp. "I thought I almost lost you." He stood up and carried me like you would a baby and we turned, and I gasped.

All of the police were outside. Everyone was. All but one, and us of course.

Matthew stood, a loaded gun in his hand. "Sophia," he warned.

Aston's grip tightened on me and I buried my face in his neck.

"Don't do this Matthew."

He laughed, and chills crept up my back. "I have no choice."

I pushed myself off of Aston and walked towards Matthew. "Don't do this. I'm begging you."

"Don't come any closer."

I ignored him.

"I'm warning you!" he hollered.

"Sophia!"

I whipped my head around just as the gun went off. Everything was in slow motion. And as I tumbled down, the last thing I saw was Aston's face.

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