Scarlett's Will by Nicole Jardine (i like reading .txt) 📗

The bracelet on my wrist that Lily had given me began to heat up. At least that's what it felt like, almost burning my skin. I considered taking it off as I walked up the stairs toward my bedroom. I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I thought at first that Cas must have left it open when she came downstairs but as I neared the door I heard something. A rustling noise coming from my room. Who was in my bedroom? Adrenaline spiked through me and my anger rose. Just as I placed my hand on the door and opened it a little wider fear gripped me. I slowly backed away and was about to race for the stairs when I felt his hand grab my arm. I tried to scream but his other hand covered my mouth.

“I was just leaving you a little good-bye present Scarlett. Aren't you going to miss me too?” he sneered. I held back tears as he dragged me back towards my bedroom. I tried to fight him but he was strong. Years of juvenile hall and street fighting has kept him fit.

Once he reached my room he threw me down on the floor. I took the chance to scream for help before he shut the door. He turned shockingly fast and tackled me back down to the floor, covering my mouth in one swift move. He managed to pull a knife out of his pocket. I couldn't hide my terror as he lifted it to my cheek.

“Oh Scarlett Jones, I just want you to remember me. I wanted you Scarlett and you denied me. It hurts baby girl,” he said, sounding crazy. I felt all his weight on me. I couldn't buck him off, he was too strong. He laughed as I struggled.

“You can't ignore me now can you Scarlett?” he asked. “I don't believe you're strong enough to live on the streets little girl,” he whispered in my ear.

“I'm not looking for trouble Calvin. I'm just trying to survive. Please let me go,” I begged through his slightly parted fingers that covered my mouth.

“I can't let you go, you see you have been chosen and I don't even think you know it yet. I find it kind of funny that they let you go. That they chose you but still allow you to live on the streets. It's shocking, I guess it just shows you how disturbed the family really is,” he sneered.

“I don't understand? What family? No one chose me for anything?” I mumbled through his fingers again.

“You have his heart, but he still let you go. I don't fucking understand it. Why don’t you explain it to me?” he asked, but covered my mouth tighter. I felt his other hand slide under my shirt and rest on my stomach. I began to cry as he pushed down on me.

“No life yet, interesting. Maybe you are not the one after all. Maybe that’s why he let you go,” he said with a satisfied smile. I felt the cold steel of his knife begin to sink into my cheek. As the knife broke my skin someone knocked down my door and two guys rushed in at Calvin. He released me as he dodged them both and raced out of the room. Jeremy and Dylan chased after him, leaving me crying and trembling on the floor. Cas, Carl and Debbie came running in at the same time. Cas was looking around the room and I followed her gaze. I hadn't noticed when Calvin dragged me in here that he had covered my bed with flowers and dirt. On my dresser he had placed a white sheet over my mirror, in what looked like blood he had written, 'death to his son' a number of times. I shuddered when I saw it. How disturbed is he? Cas held me as Debbie took down the sheet and went out with it.

I was still on the floor when she reappeared. “I've called the police. They'll be here soon. His room is empty. He must have planned on leaving quickly, stashing his things outside I guess,” she said. Jeremy and Dylan returned. I held my arms out to them. They knelt down beside me and I hugged them.

“Thank you so much,” I said through my tears.

“He got away. Someone picked him up. I didn't even get a good look at the car. The headlights were off when it appeared out of nowhere and he jumped in,” Dylan sighed.

“It's okay, thank you for saving me,” I said as I wiped my tears. Debbie knelt down in front of me and wiped at the wound on my cheek. She applied an antibiotic and bandaged it up. After telling the police all I knew, I was exhausted. Debbie allowed all us girls to have a sleepover in the common room. Carl, Dylan and Jeremy joined us too. It was so nice to be altogether considering what had happened. We stayed up late telling stories, trying to make each other laugh. We listened to music and made popcorn. I tried not to think of it as our last night there. I tried not to think of what Calvin would have done to me or what he meant by 'death to his son.’ I had no idea whose son he was referring to or who he thought had chosen me. I remembered my father saying something similar when he attacked me. He had said 'he can't choose me,' he forbid it. I thought he had been talking about Buddy, but I didn't understand. I still don't. Maybe it is just a coincidence.

We were all in tears as we gave each other a final hug. The thing was, in the eighties there wasn't any email, no cell phones, not that we had any money for such things, but without a home address, there was no way