When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

He picked up the bottle of sulfuric acid, slowly swivelling his head to face me. An eyebrow raised, he asked in an annoyed tone, “Want me to do it for you?”

My face scrunched up out of fear, instinctively taking a step back and increasing the distance between us. “Jared, listen. There’s still a way out for you if you stop now.”

His lips pulled back in an ugly sneer. “Scared, Scarlett?”

No sh*t, Sherlock. Anyone would be.

He took slow, lazy steps towards me, and I unconsciously kept backing away from him. “Jared, you can’t bring back people from the dead, but you can still treasure the living while they’re still alive,” I tried to convince him.

He merely jeered at me, refusing to listen to anything I said as he twisted open the bottle cap.

Waving the bottle in the air menacingly, he went on to say, “You look so much like Naomi right now. She was this scared and vulnerable when she died, too. I remember thinking: she must have wanted to continue living, but she couldn’t find a good reason to do so anymore. Why couldn’t I have been her reason? Why couldn’t she have continued living for me?”

I felt my back hit a wall. I’m cornered.

Delighted by my new predicament, a wide grin spread across his face as he splashed the contents of the bottle in my direction.

I reflexively reached up and tried to cover my face with my hands, but only managed to block some of the liquid.

of an eye, I was aggressively pulled into someone’s embrace at the exact moment that I heard the blood-curdling sound of something dissolving, as well

into my ear in pain as a group of people suddenly barged

snapped awake from my daze, I realized that it was Ashton. He’d used his own body to shield me from the

the corner of my eye, I could somewhat see that all the blood was drained from Jared’s face as he

tried to open my mouth to

ringing in my brain as I stood there blankly, watching someone else carry Ashton

doctors and nurses as they moved around me. It was only then that my brain finally registered that my face hurt slightly,

but the cornea isn’t damaged, so you don’t have to worry about blindness,” a

knew that my face and right eye hadn’t managed to escape

the beginning? Maybe it all happened too fast that

a nurse came in to help with my IV injection. After pressing lightly all over my hand and not finding any prominent

She carefully inspected the back of my hand and then picked up

away, refusing to watch her actually push the needle into my flesh. My pain tolerance had

helpfully supplied after she was

spot on the back of my left hand where the IV needle had pierced hurt slightly, and it

help but ask, “Did you accidentally pick the wrong vein? It looks like

the drip bag

over her shoulder at me and did a double take. When she tried to pull out the IV needle, tiny