Chapter 2

Chapter Two:

 

                "Well... The thing is... I may have... It wasn't my... Purely reflexes..." I stammer out.

                "Scarlett, take a breath and start again. What did you do?" Bugs asks, pushing his glasses up his nose and running his fingers through his sandy blond hair. After shutting and locking the door his hand unscrews the top of his flask and he takes a swig of the hot chocolate inside.
                "I killed a wolf today-" I start.

"You did what?" he yells, spraying hot chocolate everywhere and also confirming my deeply rooted fears.

"He's kidnapped Grandma. So I made a deal with him that if he told me where she was I wouldn't kill him. But of course we both know that I'm a liar, and a brilliant one at that, so after he told me and started to walk away, I shot him in the head. Therefore he died," I explain quickly and in one breath.

Bugs shakes his head, "Scarlett. I know she's your Grandma but you can't go round shooting wolves in order to protect her!"

                "She's not just my Grandma!" I roar, "She's my Trainer too!"

                Bugs' eyes open wide, "I thought that was Jonathan!"

                "No!" I yell, "He deserted me in the middle of a forest because he hated me! It was almost two years ago! Just after my eleventh birthday!"

                "Calm down Scar!" he places a hand on my shoulder.

Personally, I don't see why I should, seeing as my Trainer could be dead. But not only my Trainer, but also the only family I have- unless you count my parents, selfish and dismissive people who want nothing to do with their youngest daughter and were perfectly happy with a pair of twin boys.
Plus, I may have lied a little earlier when I said I had no friends. I've got Bugs and Shayndel.
                Bugs' sea green eyes rest on my sapphire ones and I look away, slightly embarrassed for some bizarre reason. We're the same age- thirteen- but he just seems so much more mature and sophisticated. It may just be the fact that he goes to the all boys school down the road from Jefferson or the fact that he won every computer related event in England last year.

                I nod and simultaneously close my eyes and hold my breath. After the count of ten, I slowly exhale and look at Bugs to see he too is nodding at me in a rather patronising way.

The helicopter blades spin ever faster and we leave Grandma's house- and my victim- behind.

"So what do you think they'll do to me?" I ask quietly, my head in my hands, inwardly dreading his answer.

Bugs shrugs, "I don't know. Could be a sentence in the Detainment Centre, maybe just a forced holiday. They could permanently fire you and wipe your memory as well as forcing Shay and I from seeing you."

"Wipe my memory?" I cry, "I'd have nothing! No job, no home, no friends, no family, nothing!"
Bugs places his flask on the seat next to him and wraps his arms round me, "I won't let that happen Scar."

I return the hug and rest my head on his shoulder. My dyed-red hair hangs over his back like a curtain. A tear trickles down my cheek and onto my nose.

I return the hug and rest my head on his shoulder. My dyed-red hair hangs over his back like a curtain. A tear trickles down my cheek and onto my nose.

"It'll be fine Scar," Bugs assures me after a brief silence, the only noise that of the propellers.

"But what if it isn't?" I murmur into his jacket.

"I promise you, I will make it OK," he promises.

 

Reviews

[Ellii Smith-Johnson]

@Cherry
Thanks! Did you read the rest of the Chaptes though?
It makes no sense without it?
-Ellii
Xoxo

[CherryBoomx2]

Very good! I applaud you!
I definitely want to know what happens next, so please write more soon.
Thanks!xxx