Soooooo sorry for not posting last week. Preparation for Easter and all that. This chapter is kind of a writers block chapter. I had NO idea what to write. Sorry again for it's crapness

Chapter 4

"You may delay, but time will not."

- Benjamin Franklin

Scarlett

I just stood there. For what seemed like hours, I stood there, doing absolutely nothing. I'm not even sure I was breathing.

"Scarlett…. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I have been a horrible father to you. Can you please forgive me?"

For some strange reason, I was thinking about my heart. It was beating very slowly, the sound was ringing in my ears. My slow heartbeat was slow because it was broken. It's been broken since the beginning, but I felt it now, stronger than ever, because my father was tugging on it.

I focused my wide eyes on my father in front of me, and took a deep breath in. I hadn't been breathing.

"Em…I-I…" All I could do was stutter, but my father didn't seem to be out of his choked-up stage yet, so we looked to be on the same boat.

Before I could not say anything else, a large hand was placed on the small of my back. It was warm, as was the musky cologne that I could smell from the tall person behind me.

"Scarlett?" Tom asked, wondering, without saying, what was going on.

My fathers eyes drifted from my face to Tom's, trying to place where he recognised him.

"Thomas?" He asked, frowning. He opened his mouth again, but Tom beat him to it.

"Mr. Rosnovski." He was polite but firm. I could picture the stone look on his face. Never had Tom liked my father. Never had I, come to think of it.

My father looked back down at me,

"How…." His sentence got lost. I spoke in English next, for Tom's sake, as he didn't speak Polish.

"Dad," I started, but paused. Saying that word was like speaking a language I wasn't aware I could.

"That's where I've been this whole time," I shrugged, not knowing how else to put it. "With the Kaulitz's."

He shut his mouth again, digesting this information. Where did he think I went? I left with Poland with nothing, did he think I was on the street?

I had never intended to live with Tom and Bill, it just sort of happened. Before I realised what I was doing, I was on the first plane to Germany, where Simon and Gordon told me I was staying with them. They never adopted me or anything, just raised me, really. They fixed what my parents had done. I'll always love them for that, but I could never officially become their child. Not when I knew my real parents where out there somewhere, hopefully looking for me…. Or waiting for me to come home.

This is what I had always thought, wished. Now that my wish had come true, I didn't know what to do. Celebrate? Cry? Run?

I was lost. The only thing I was certain about was the large, warm hand on the small of my back.

I was certain that without it, I would fall over.

Tom

I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked over at Scarlett and saw that piece of scum talking to her. I'd only ever met Aleczandar Rosnovski a few times when we were younger, and every time he had been a dick. I thought we'd finally got rid of him when we took Scarlett in, but now here he was, putting on a fake sorry act with stupid fucking tears and everything!

"You've been… taking care of my daughter." It was more of a statement than a question, but it made me want to smack that shocked look off his face. He treats Scarlett like crap, then shows up wondering where she's been for 6 years?

"What are you doing here?" She asked, anger in her voice. I looked down at her face, she was glaring at him.

Her father did a double take, surprised by her tone,

"What? I -I'm…"

Scarlett's questioning glare stayed put. I grinned, never feeling more proud of her in my entire life.

"I'm serious, dad. What do you want?" She asked through gritted teeth.

Her father tried to compose himself,

"I-I wanted.. Just to see you."

Scarlett gulped, but kept her face steady,

"What took you so long?" She asked.

I could see the tears in her eyes, threatening to spill over. At that moment, I wanted a gun. I wanted Aleczandar Rosnovski dead.

Scarlett

The aching started to rip through my chest. He wasn't here for me, he had an evil plan, another motive. He always did.

My father spluttered for a response.

"If you wanted to see me, you would have come a long time ago." I glared, "Don't think for a second I'm stupid enough to believe that you're only here for me, dad. I'm not 8 years old anymore!" I was starting to yell, but I didn't care if the Pope was watching. I wasn't going to let my dad off easy.

"Flight 410 to Las Vegas now boarding. Flight 410 to Las Vegas now boarding."

"You have 2 minutes dad. Say what you want to say so bad, and then leave."

"Scarlett…." He paused. Tears started to well up in his eyes, and I felt uncomfortable watching.

"I'm dying."

Tom gasped behind me. I wanted to, but I couldn't make a sound.

Dying.

Dying.

My father was dying.

Warsaw, Poland 1998

"Dad?" The little girl peaked round the large door to see her father sitting behind an even larger desk, his forehead crumpled in concentration and his eyes narrowed with frustration.

"What do you want, Scarlett? I'm very busy!" He replied without looking up from his work.

The little girl edged into the office slowly, fiddling nervously with her frilly dress,

"Can you play with me?" She shut her mouth, wanted to take the question back as soon as it was out.

"I just told you I'm busy! I have no time for your childish games!" He boomed.

"But I-I can't find Mom."

He let out a loud sigh,

"Well I don't know where she is, do I?! Now leave!"

She went to say something else, but stopped. The little girl knew all too well from past experiences, that pushing wouldn't get her anywhere. Whatever she said, the reply was always shouted back to her in anger. She knew it was coming, but asked anyway.

Just to make sure they didn't forget her.

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Katie