She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

006 Blood Vessel

Scarlett's POV

"What was that?" Aurora blinks. My one-sentence phone call amazes her.

I grip my phone, for the second time today, struggling with my plan. I just want to stop being hurt. Is it too much to ask? I close my eyes. A part of me wants to just grab the ticket and leave, letting the world burn behind me. But I can't. If mom needs a blood transfusion, I need to be there. That's what I'm in this family for. Their blood vessel.

Please, lord, please tell me this phone call has nothing to do with my message to Sebastian.

Between Mom really is injured, and Sebastian selling me out... I'm not sure which I hope is the situation.

"I guess I'm not leaving today after all," I let out a sigh, mumbling to Aurora, "I'm really sorry but...I need you to take me back."

"That's great!" Aurora throws herself into me with genuine happiness in her voice, "That was him? What did he say? Is that always how you call each other?"

With Mr. Fuller? Yes.

My "dad", never loved me. He had a deep flow of hatred behind his eyes when he looked at me since I could remember. I just didn't know why until I found out I was adopted. And for how I found out I have to thank Ava. "Scar, don't worry too much, I'm sure Mrs. Fuller is fine," Driving faster than usual, Aurora spares mind to comfort me. Well, I guess for a former F1 racer, it's not too fast.

"I...thanks."

then it means the only person in the family who ever showed me warmth, lied to me. Just to lure me back to the living hell that they force me to

consider that possibility, but if anything really happened to Mr. Fuller's beloved wife, he wouldn't just throw me a sentence. He would

three...I throw the million pieces out to the remote road between the airport and the city. Between my

making leaving something I can never have. I actually thought I could,

ridiculously naive was

you really are injured, so that I don't have to lose you. Please,

Aurora pulls up at the Fuller's Villa to Ava's fancily decorated welcome home party filled with a

I was at the airport,

to be the blood vessel for his love, but even such a small

good

in the city. One that I

from the crazy kids in the water. He sits under the umbrella, a drink in his hand, across

approaches: "Miss Scarlett, Mr.

thought Mom was injured?" I

He is just a butler, a paid tool, just like me. No need for one

quietly, and he bows

me when I enter before he turns his attention back to the