Scars can be Beautiful

Chapter 22

~Roxy's POV~

We were running.

All of us.

Me. Lloyd. Jordan. Mohawk. And Ruby.

Rodger and his dad weren't so far behind.

I was scared.

So scared I was crying.

We found a cave.

We hid in the cave.

I was bleeding. While I was walking into the Damn cave, I decided to trip over a little rock. So I tripped and went tumbling into the cave. My ankle hadn't cracked, but it sure had opened up. Blood was gushing. I could feel my self fainting. I absolutely hated blood. Everything was getting darker. I felt someone hold my hand.

"Baby...?" I try to look but I can't.

"Roxy, stay with me baby." It was Lloyd.

I started to panic.

"L-l-Lloyd i-I ca-ant see anyt-thing"

"Baby, you need to calm down it's going to be fi-"

I blacked out.

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It was dark.

I felt arms around me.

They weren't Lloyd's.

I sat up quickly.

"What the hell Roxy?"

It was a dream.

"Rodger?" I asked.

"Were you expecting someone else?" He asked , rudely.

I've had enough of this. I don't care about the feelings I had for him 5 years ago. They were long gone now. He's been nothing but harsh to me. Now it's my turn.

"Yes." He sat up.

"Excuse me?" He said, raising an eyebrows. I stood up. I went to him and sat on his lap. Looked him straight in the eye with a glare on my face.

"I Hate You." With that I got up and ran out of the room. I ran to Lloyd's room. I got in and locked the door. I turned around. He was sleeping. I went to his bed. I planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Roxy.." He said sleepily.

"Yes?" I asked. He sat up. He turned to me.

He had a confused look on his face.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I Ask him. He smirks. He leans in closer. We're inches apart. My breath catches in my throat.

"Because I've never seen anyone so Damn beautiful."

I close the gap. Our lips move in sync. It was so perfect. Until the door opened. In came Rodger. With a gun.

"R-Rodger?" I'm scared. Something is in his eyes. A feeling I've never seen before. Hate.

I see the gun pointed at Lloyd. He pulls the trigger. I scream. I jump in front of him. Blood. It splatters. All over my face. Pain. All over my legs. Another gun shot. Aimed at the opposite direction. I hear Rodger fall to the floor. I open my eyes. I look down. Laying there motionless, is Mohawk.

I feel the tears.

"M-Mohawk...?" I look down at him. He's lost a lot of blood.

"Hey Bestie." he forces a smile "I'm happy you remember me."

I wrap my arms around his upper body.

"Mohawk your di-" he puts a finger to my mouth.

"I'm fine." he's taking his last breath. I cry. I cry so hard I can't see a thing.

"Roxy..." I hear him say breathlessly.

"Y-yea?" I say , still crying uncontrollably.

"I'll say hi to lavender for you." And with that he's gone. I scream.

"MOHAWK NO! COME ON WAKE UP!" I'm shaking his lifeless body. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see a tear eyed Lloyd. He shakes his head. I drop to the ground. Crying & Crying & Crying. Lloyd gives me a hug. I hear running. Jordan appears in the doorway.

"Got rid of Mr-" she sees Mohawk. She freezes.

"Mohawk?" her eyes are filling with tears. I start crying again.

"We have to go." Lloyd says. I look at him.

"What about ..." I don't even need to finish.

"We'll take him home and bury him." he says.

I nod.

He picks up Mohawk. We walk through captive maids running out. We get to a car and put Mohawk in the trunk. On our way back 'home', I think of all the amazing people that were in my life, then out of it Because of the Rollers. My anger rose. If Only they could have a taste of their own medicine...