Wyatt placed a hand on top of my own, drawing my attention fully to him.
“Follow your heart, Scarlett. I see so much sadness in you from the life you’ve had. But you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. You deserve the world and more. You can have love, hope, and a life. All you have to do is find a way to allow it.”
With that, he left me go. Where his warm hand had been left a chill to my skin. My thoughts went haywire and tears clouded my vision. He gave me a nod of understanding and left the way he appeared.
Couldn’t he see that I wouldn’t ever be able to love someone? Everyone I loved died or would turn against me.
My soul cried out, trying to reach out past the cage I had it enclosed it in. I could feel it scratching at the walls, attempting to find something to grab onto and hold on with its last bit of life.
After years of abuse, I wanted to feel everything instead of this nothingness that I had found myself in the pit of. I wanted, oh God did I want, to just be able to dig myself out of this hell I allowed others to put me into.
I knew I wasn’t strong enough. I was weak. Pathetic. Good for nothing girl that had no hope of getting anywhere in life.
I’d be reminded of that day in and day out, no matter how much I faked being okay.
I wasn’t okay, and I was tired of being that way.
Would I ever get out of this pit of hell? Or was I destined to live out the rest of my days wishing for death to find me? Would I have to suffer for however many more years were given to me? Or could I truly fight to find something worth living for?
Had I already found something worth fighting for?
Giving up trying to wrap my head around my confusing thoughts, I made my way towards my bedroom. I wasn’t paying attention to where exactly I was going, so I ended up running into Dominic. Literally. He thumped into the wall at the same time as trying to make sure I didn’t fall.
“Sorry,” I said, lifting my eyes to his. “You okay?” His face was flushed and his eyes were squeezed shut tight.
“Dizzy,” he whispered. “Didn’t hear, so it’s not your fault.”
“You need to lie down,” I said as his eyes slowly opened.
“Trying to. Zevon and Collin are loud.”
I lifted a hand to his forehead, checking to make sure he didn’t have a fever. Although he wasn’t warm, he was sweaty.
“Has Collin checked on you?”
“Yes. Many times,” he huffed. “I’m fine. He says it’s just my body going through withdrawal, which is something I’ve gone through before. No biggy.”
“Dominic,” I said, my tone a warning.
“Really, I’ll be fine, hon.”
“Come on,” I said, slowly pulling on his arm and making him follow me. He didn’t complain as his feet shuffled behind me. I glanced back, seeing him fighting to keep his body standing.
“Lie down. I’ll get you some water,” I said, pointing to my bed.
“But—“
“The bathroom’s closer this way,” I said on my way back out. “Be right back.”
It didn’t take me long to get the bottle of Advil and another cup of water. I wasn’t sure if or when he could take another dose, but it seemed to help the last time. When I turned around, I jumped. A small yelp escaped my parted lips and my heart raced.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Zevon said tiredly.
“This is the third time today someone has scared me by sneaking up on me!” I huffed.
“You’re easy to scare,” he joked. “But I really didn’t mean to.”
“Are you okay?” I tilted my head to the side. Although he was tired, there was more to it; more to him. Something was bothering him.
