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Chapter 8

"The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else."

- Anonymous

Scarlett

In front of me, stood a large door. It was very old. It was made of dark wood, and had a gold knocker right in the middle.

It was massive.

I had been staring up at this door for at least an hour, ringing my sweaty hands on the hem of my white vest and biting the top layer off my bottom lip. The sun was beating down on the exposed skin on my legs and arms. It was the middle of summer, so I was clad in shorts and flip flops, but it felt too heavy.

Although I hadn't taken my eyes off the door, I could tell dark clouds were forming above me, as a warm wind whipped in my loose hair and the trees that surrounded the mansion I stood in front of.

A storm was coming, I thought.

I lifted my shaking hand to the knocker, and wrapped the door. Just as I did, it opened. The owner of the house stood behind the door, staring at me. I stared back.

Then the storm hit.

Scarlett

"Oh my God! Georg! Did you just put orange juice in your cereal?!" I heard Bill shriek in disgust.

I shook my head and laughed at their breakfast antics, but didn't look up from the guitar I had been strumming the whole morning. I hadn't written a song since we'd started the tour, and when I tried, my head would start to hurt and the song would be so bad, I wouldn't even show them to Tom.

In case you were wondering, I'm not just tagging along this tour for fun, I'm the band's supporting act. I may not be as big as Tokio Hotel, but I have albums that have done quite well, as well as fans all over the world. This, however, wont be the case if I can't write one stupid song.

I sighed loudly, wanting to yank hard on the strings of my guitar, but settled for biting my lip instead. I shook my leg, things I often did when I was nervous or annoyed.

"What's up Buttercup?" Tom asked, strolling into the room with the cheesiest grin on his face.

"Nothing." I snapped, barely opening my teeth. He had said three words, and already his good mood was annoying.

He flopped down beside me, his grin gone.

"Your really gonna play that game with me?" He asked, staring at me with those eyes that would make a rock squirm.

"What game?" I kept my frown, although I knew what he meant.

"Your playing it!" He announced, throwing his hands up in the air, and nearly spilling his coffee everywhere.

I rolled my eyes, it was too early in the morning for confrontation.

"I can't write a song." I muttered under my breath, annoyed he made me admit it.

Tom sighed, softer this time. I was surprised he even heard me over the other guys.

"Neither can I, but you don't see me denting a hole in my guitar." He stated, gently prying my white fingers from around the neck of my guitar.

I hadn't realised I'd been squeezing it that hard, but my fingers ached when I let go. I flexed them, and used my other hand to set the guitar down.

"Why do you think your not writing?" Tom asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

I shrugged, "I'm shit?"

Tom chuckled and rolled his eyes,

"Okay…besides that!"

I laughed, causing Tom to do the same. He'd made me feel better already, about a situation I would never laugh at. I knew why I couldn't write, and I was pretty sure Tom knew too. It was because my mind was blocked, clouded over with pain and confusion. But one thing I couldn't understand, doesn't that sort of thing make great songs?

I stopped laughing, feeling even more depressed than before Tom walked in.

"So…."

I snapped my head to the side, being pulled out of my daydream, to see Tom fiddling with his coffee cup. I knew what he was going to ask, but he had to say it first.

"Are you gonna go….talk to him?" He asked awkwardly.

"I-I suppose." I didn't mean to stutter, but my voice was shaky. It was the only solution. I had to know about my mother.

Tom's dark eyes reached my face,

"I'll come with you," He almost whispered,

"If you need me."

Tom 2005

I was sitting on my bed, doing homework that I didn't understand, when my bedroom door burst open suddenly. Scarlett strolled in like she owned the place.

And she could've……

Scar stood in front of my bed, clad in a tight purple dress that stopped in the middle of her thighs, and ankle breaking black stilettos.

I dropped my mouth in awe. She looked amazing.

"What'd you think?" She asked, a sly grin on her face.

"Um…well…I-I…" Was my smart reply. I couldn't keep my wide eyes off her, her flowing chocolate hair that framed her face perfectly, or the dress that clung to her long body like a rubber glove.

I licked my lips, my heart beating a million times a minute, as I couldn't help but let my mind wonder…..

Scarlett frowned when I couldn't produce a sentence,

"Is it that bad?" She asked, letting her arms flop to her sides.

"No, no!" I replied a little too quickly,

"I mean, you know, it's looks… great. Yeah." I tried to redeem myself.

Scarlett's face softened, "Cool! Bill told me I had to wear it, so…"

I smiled as she walked further into my room, taking a seat on my computer chair, and picking up the guitar that sat beside the table. She did this every time she walked in.

"So! You… excited…for tonight?" I asked casually, trying not to break the pencil I was holding.

She bit her lip, strumming my guitar quietly,

"Sure. I can't wait."

I frowned, "What's wrong?"

Scarlett was going out on a date with her boyfriend, Chris. God, I hated that boy.

"Nothing." She shook her head, still staring at my guitar.

Of course Scar had had boyfriends before, and of course, I hated them all. She attracted everyone, but it always seemed to be the idiots that stuck. Seeing her with other boys killed me. Holding their hands, hugging them, kissing them, I loathed every one of them, because they would always end up breaking her heart, and I would end up breaking their noses. But mostly I hated them because I wanted to be them.

Oh, how I wanted to be them.

Scarlett let out a deep sigh and set my guitar back in it's place. Something was wrong with her, but I couldn't understand what. She loved Chris, she loved going out with him.

I tightened my grip on my pencil again.

"Tom?" I snapped my eyes back to Scarlett's face. She looked scared.

"If I tell you something, you promise you wont freak out?" She asked, biting her lip.

My frown deepened. Usually when Scarlett said this, I ended up freaking out. We both knew I would.

"What is it?" I asked, not bothering to promise this time.

"Well….. I….it's just….. Chris and I had something planned for tonight, but I-I don't know what to do about it, and I, well, I just wanted to tell you." She stumbled over her words, before giving up,

"Never mind! It was stupid!" She shook her head, leaping up from the chair and heading for my door.

"Wait!" I jumped from my bed, grabbing her wrist before she could leave.

"Tell me, Scar." I soothed. Never had she not wanted to tell me something.

She turned around to face me, worry in her big green eyes, a frown on her beautiful face,

"Chris and I were going to… have sex…tonight. For the first time."

On the outside, I froze. On the inside, I freaked out.

Scarlett 2005

"Chris and I were going to….have sex…tonight. For the first time."

I felt sick just telling him. I didn't want to do it with Chris, I didn't want to do it with anyone! Except Tom, maybe……..

I didn't want any other boy. Only Tom.

But he would never know that.

Tom's face froze, his jaw clenched and his eyes widened. He didn't say anything.

He had never liked any of my boyfriends. He always made that very clear. But I couldn't understand why. It wasn't like he wanted to be my boyfriend…..

Oh, how I wanted him to be.

Scarlett

"Hello?"

"…….Hey…..dad. It's Scarlett…..em…..can we talk?"

We decided to meet up at a café just down the street from the hotel he was staying in. I didn't really want to talk to him, and I definitely didn't want to talk to him about my mother, but I knew I would have to do it some day. And what better day than today……

My birthday.

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