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What the f**k was that supposed to mean? I turned around and stomped out of the room. I ran up the steps and made my way to somewhere. I didn't know where. I just wanted to be alone for a while to think over things, which was ironic, because them leaving me alone was what made me mad in the first place.
"Scarlet, please talk to us. We need to sort this out," one of the twins called from behind.
My stubborn side didn't want to listen to anything they had to say. They almost killed me. Anger lies, and I wanted to believe every single lie it had to tell right then. I wasn't in the mood to let the twins talk me out of it.
They paced behind carefully. I entered the bathroom and locked myself inside for some privacy.
I glanced up at the mirror. Streaks of tears had rolled down my cheeks, taking my mascara with them. I looked horrific, my eyes smeared with black and red brimming at their sides. The ropes had imprinted themselves on my flesh, leaving behind red indents.
I ran the tap and dipped down to splash some water over my face; it barely washed any of the black mascara stains off. I couldn't be bothered; not yet, not when I was feeling so down.
One of the twins knocked on the door. "Scarlet, are you in there?"
"You're being a pain."
"Please, come out."
"No."
I stepped into the shower and ran the water. Sluggishly, I backed up against the wall and slid down to the floor. The cold water poured over my body, chilling my skin. It was what I needed to shock some sense back into me.
I tucked my knees to my chest. The course of events that unfurled the last two weeks had started to feel too overwhelming.
Another knock sounded. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I shouted back.
"We'll be right outside. Call us if you need anything."
Maybe I should've taken their mother's offer and fled. Maybe I should've left them right after they brought me to their house that day. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone clubbing that night. Maybe...
I buried my face into my hands.
Maybe this was all a mistake.
I could've been over-reacting, but at that moment, there was only one thing I knew I had to do.
It started with a whimper, and then a sob, until finally, I was crying. As the cold shower ran, I hugged my legs to my chest, rocking myself back and forth as my tears mixed with the icy water.
