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.

was aggressively pulled into someone’s embrace at the exact moment that I heard the blood-curdling sound of something dissolving, as well as caught a whiff of the rancid odor of rotting

man’s voice hissed into my ear in pain as a group of people

that it was Ashton. He’d used his own body to shield me from the

my eye, I could somewhat see that all the blood was drained from Jared’s face as he stared at Ashton, dumbfounded while Ashton’s men wrestled

my mouth to speak, but no

front of me. There was a constant ringing in my brain

watched the doctors and nurses as they moved around me. It was only then that my brain finally registered that my face hurt slightly, and I realized that the sulfuric acid must have burnt some parts of

is hurt, but the cornea isn’t damaged, so you

while. I now knew that my face and right eye hadn’t managed to escape

pain at all in the beginning? Maybe it all happened too

with my IV injection. After pressing lightly all over my hand and not

did as I was told. She carefully inspected the back of my hand and then picked up

watch her actually push the needle into my flesh. My

the nurse helpfully supplied after she

I sigh in relief, all the muscles in my body relaxing. The spot on the back of my left hand where the IV needle had

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

the IV needle to the drip bag was

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