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Chapter 6
And it's a story
She's lived
A story she's been living
But she waiting to find
The pages
That are missing
The beating of the rain against the window of the car was the only thing that welcomed the ears of the three who sat in the small car. The dark night was hidden by the busy city known as York Shin. Despite the rain, the streets were bustling with people, from thugs to prettied up women to men dressed in black. Anyone who was a someone made up this city, those who weren't cut out for the high life here were found in the alleys, homeless, nobodies. They'd be goners by morning.
Scarlett, who'd left her friends to attend to family matters, hadn't exchanged a single word to anyone since she had left. Glancing away from her own reflection in the window she snuck a peek at the woman who sat in the shotgun, beside the man who drove the moving vehicle. Could she really call them her abductors?
In the end she had chosen to go back with them, back to her family, her mother, father. Eh, father was to strong of a word-Riviere-that was better, the man who married her mother and helped give birth to her.
What would this man say? What would she say? 'Hey long time no see, sorry about running away! But that night you talked to me really pissed me off and I made up my own decision to live my life whether you liked it or not,' her gut told her that, that would only make matters worse. It didn't bring back the five years she'd been gone, nor did it change the fact that she'd broken all the rules her parents had set for her; stealing money, leaving without a body guard, lying, disobeying orders, etc.
Her thoughts trailed to her sister. If Alexis hadn't changed she would probably be smirking at her sister as she got scowled maybe even slapped. It was either that or she would be upset that she'd finally come back home because that meant Scarlett would be getting all the attention, whether it was good or bad.
'Maybe she's changed,' she thought quietly, but then discarded it. It was impossible for Alexis to change unless it was for the worst. She would still be the lousy sister she was five years ago.
The car came to a halt at a red light, beside the curb where a magazine stand stood, emitting a faint white light strong enough to be able to read the titles of the books lined up to be sold. The man that owned it was putting away all his merchandise, trying to get it all in before it could get ruined by the rain.
A journal fell off one of the racks he pushed back into the store. It tumbled and splashed into a puddle that had formed ruining the dark lavender, hard cover, and cushioned journal.
"Mother…"
"Mother, what do you want me to read you?" Scarlett questioned as she hopped onto the king-sized bed her fragile mother laid in. A couple of book fell from her hands scattered across the gold colored sheets. Reading to the woman before her had become a daily routine, a way to make time go by for both of them, one to escape the solitude, one to escape death.
Her mother gave her a gentle smile, her daughter was so full of life, feelings, excitement. She held so much potential, so much to show the world. She only wished she could grant the wishes that her husband will never allow.
"I bought the Legend of Soratheus or you could choose from the Ruins of Dayman, or we can go with an adventure novel I started reading the other day," Scarlett remarked while lining up the books in order from what she most wanted to read to the least.
The brown eyed beauty laughed glad to see that her little girl was able to take her mind off of being locked up in the mansion.
Tapping her own chin thinking, she decided to turn the cards a bit, "Hmm…what about I read you a story for a change? A story no one before you has ever read?"
The girl's eyes lit up with excitement. Her mother reading to her? And something she still hasn't heard of? How could she possibly say no to such an offer?
"Of course, that would really amazing."
The mother nodded, "Alright then…in the bottom drawer of the dresser, you'll find a lavender colored journal."
Scarlett was on her feet in a second and crouched beside the open drawer in another. At the bottom of all the photographs, papers, and pencils she pulled out a soft velvet covered journal. Carefully she bought it back to her mother afraid that something that looked so old would fall apart in her hands, "Here you go mother." And she got in bed snuggling close to the woman she loved so much.
Her mother rested her head against her daughter's and glanced down at the journal, flipping through the pages filled with her own handwriting, already lost in the story she had once vicariously lived.
"You wrote a story?"
She glanced down at her daughter with soft eyes, despite the obvious pain that gleamed in them her voice was sweet as she teased, "What else was I supposed to do when I was pregnant with twins?" she grinned, "I couldn't get off the bed for the last three months of pregnancy."
She watched as her daughter's eyes widened in shock.
"What's the story about mother?"
"Well…I had a bit of an over active imagination while waiting for you and your sister. Don't laugh when I tell you…"
"I promise I won't!"
Her mother smiled, "It's about a pair of twins. Two girls. Who had to venture out to find there parents."
"Why would I laugh at that? It sounds exciting."
"There names we're Scarlett and Alexis."
Scarlett's eyes widened. She had her own adventure story? A story with her in a book? No way. She gaped at her mother who held in a chuckle.
"Y-you wrote a story about us?"
She nodded but then frowned a little, "But I never got the chance to finish it."
Feeling her heart cringe a bit at the sight of her mother's sad expression she wrapped her arms around the woman's small frame and reassured her, "That's alright, we can finish it together, I'll come up with some epic adventure that'll make it the best ending ever written."
The woman smiled a warm smile, "That sounds perfect…" oh how she loved this girl. Oh how she cherished her, God had surely given her a blessing.
"Well what are we waiting for!" she exclaimed bouncing in her spot, "I want to know what happens. Is Alexis the evil twin the turns against me and tries to steal everything we worked so hard to gain?"
"No, no, no, Alexis and Scarlett were very loving girls who relied on each other when the world kept dealing blows at their life."
"Good one mother," she laughed having a hard time imagining that her beautiful sister would turn to her in her time of need.
"Do you want me to start?"
Scarlett nodded and rested her head against her mother's chest as she stared down at the page.
She felt her take in a deep breath, the sound of her heart was pounding in her ear as she quietly listened to her mother begin and soon she was taken in by the words that rolled off her tongue, the tone, expressions, and giggles that created a vivid image of the world her mother had created. The world she could have been living-breathing in the crispy air of unpolluted air, running freely without the worry of body guards running after her, the smell of the flowers that grew in an open meadow. It almost made Scarlett want to cry. Such desire, how could she not want such a picture of freedom after listening to such a thing?
"But the world wasn't like that for them, behind the picture of perfection held a painting of abstract emotion, one they had painted with their own hands," her mother spoke her tone almost dark for a moment which made Scarlett shiver, "But in the blackest of nights and the coldest of winters she would hold her sister tightly and talk to her about the bright sun that would shower the world with warmth and hope. --such a strong, independent girl, brave and courageous. She kept walking forward..."
Scarlett smirked at the description, those were all the traits she wanted to be.
"Her name was Scarlett."
A strangled weep broke the silence in which everyone was trapped in. Scarlett blinked a couple of times and felt suddenly jerked back down to reality. The car had started moving again, and the surroundings around it were beginning to become less of a light show.
She watched the man- Jiro- glance from the corner of his eye to Revonika. She hadn't so much as said a word since they had left Wing's place and when she did, it would be bitter. Scarlett didn't really blame her, who wouldn't be sour after losing a hand.
In other cases Scarlett would've felt pity for any woman who got their hand sliced off, but she found that difficult with Revonika since the memory of the beauty holding Gon at gun point was still fresh and vivid in her mind. In fact she could have laughed right now if she wasn't heading to see her family.
"We're here," Jiro remarked into the little speaker beside the iron gates that automatically allowed them to open up. He pulled up into a familiar lane that lead out to open space. That was a surprise. Riviere hadn't moved out of the mansion he'd bought five years ago? She thought by now he'd have house hopped through at least six.
She felt her throat go dry, in less than ten minutes she would be face to face with her family and Riviere. The last time she had seen that man they weren't exactly on good terms. She'd ran away the very night she had fought with him. Her stomach twisted into a knot and was happy she'd chosen not to eat anything that evening.
The car stopped. And same with Scarlett's heart. To nervous to move she waited till the man in black opened the door and helped her out.
She followed silently.
Slowly.
Hesitantly.
The doors opened on cue as they went up the stairs, and before she knew it she was following Jiro and Revonika toward the big room, where her father supposedly waited. Entering she was led to stand a couple meters across from the man she bitterly knew as her father. Both Jiro and Revonika took a few steps back and waited quietly for the boss to speak.
Hands held behind his back, dressed in a black suit, back from one of his many business trips. Body, face, eyes, tired from the worry and stress. His hair once a light brown was lined with gray strands.
She watched as his hazel green eyes, hidden by the dark circles around them, widened at the very sight of his runaway daughter. What? He hadn't expected her to be here? Or was it the shock of appearance? Well, five years tended to do that to someone. But the surprise turned into a cold stare as he turned his back on her, as if unable to look at her, "So you finally decided to come back?"
"It would seem so…" she replied, shocked to find her voice so unwavered by her anxiousness to get this over with, "They told me mother was dying."
Was he angry? No, she wished he was just angry. He was furious, exasperated, she did not need to see his face to know that she had ruined his and the family's life.
"Ah. So that was the key for you to return? So if you hadn't driven her to her death bed you would have never come home?" he felt his teeth grit, the friction between them sent a shiver down his spine, "So how was your little adventure in the big world? I've heard you've become quite a fighter in the Heaven's Arena, was that how you made your living? Or was it something shallower than that?"
She glared at the man on the other side of the room who blew a hard bash against her patients, "My 'adventure' was more than you can ever handle. If you're attempting to gnaw at any possible guilt inside of me, it's not working," her blood was boiling. He may have been her father but he had no right to make such accusations, especially ones such as those. He made her sound like she was some heartless whore! Oh no, she may have matured over the span of these years, but her attitude toward this man hadn't made much progress, "Believe what you want to believe but I can assure you I haven't sold myself to any man, because surprise~, I have pride and dignity as a woman and would rather starve on the streets than to screw around with any of the men I've come across in this world."
"Do not raise your voice at me Scarlett Riviere Ashworth. Do you know what you have caused in this house hold due to your own selfishness!!" he snapped turning to face her with his brows coming together, "The money I lost looking for you and trying to get you back! Your mom almost went crazy!! And not to mention what Alexis had to be put through because of you!"
Stunned by his statements, she felt as if she had taken another blow, this time to the head. First it was shock that bubbled up in her chest. Then it rose to guilt, and finally exploded into anger as she comprehended what he'd just said and in the spur of the moment she didn't care if she had inherited that bad temper of hers from him, "I'm glad I was selfish! I met better people than you or Alexis! I only wish I could've taken mother with me! She doesn't deserve someone like you! You who rarely ever sat by her bedside through those long hard nights when she was sick."
"At least I didn't abandon her!"
Next thing everyone knew his fist abruptly went down hard against the table beside him, causing a loud banging sound followed with the cracks of wood splinters splitting echo throughout the ball like room. No one dared breath as he glared holes at the floor taking in deep steady breaths, trying to regain his composure.
"Stevins!!!" he suddenly yelled, his tone far from pleased, "I said Stevins!!!"
In less than a second an old man dressed in a butler suit scurried in and paced quickly to his master's side. He was a man of no hair on the top of his head, tall, and troubled. He gave him a small quick bow, "I apologize for my tardiness. What is it you would like me to do Sir?"
"Take Scarlett to her room and lock her in."
The girl's brows went up, "Excuse me?"
Her father ignored her by simply turning his back and brushing his hand over his hair. He didn't have time for this bullshit from such an ungrateful child. If she couldn't control herself he would make sure he would.
"I'm not going anywhere till I go see mother!"she fumed spinning on her heels and heading for the door, the sound of her boots resonated of the walls. She passed by the two hitman her father had hired to bring her to this forsaken place.
Both advanced toward wanting to stop her from causing more tension in the atmosphere. But they didn't know that the tension was about to worsen either way.
Scarlett stopped as the doors were roughly pushed open and in walked a mirrored reflection of who she once was.
"A-alex..is?"
Bum bum buummm…end of chapter 6! Hope you enjoyed it!! *cough*review*cough* lol
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Right sorry having a moment at 4 in the morning. Thank god I have no school tomorrow. xD. Anyway I know Hisoka wasn't in this chapter but don't despair he will make his appearance very very soon because, well*tear* I'm upset he wasn't in here either!! Kk I'mma shut up now xD