Chapter 81

081 A Gamble On Life Scarlett’s POV I wouldn’t even know that he didn’t sign the papers if the policeman hadn’t found the folder in Liam Ryan’s belongings and checked the content.

Sebastian raises his hand, and I hand it over, only to notice that both our hands are shaking visibly.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian takes my arm instead of the folder, his other hand. holding my shoulder, “You are freezing! Did you take the hot cocoa-?”

His eyes land on the milk beside me. I only had a few sips.

“I haven’t had anything for more than a day, what did you expect?” I push him away, sitting down at the back of the ambulance, seeing black spots in front of my eyes as I try to adjust to my dizzy head. I was too shocked by the near–death experience and the medical staff suggested a short rest first.

Talking to Sebastian is not a rest. It boils my blood at the price of my little remained energy.

“I know you are not feeling well right now, and I know you are mad at me,” After a hesitation, Sebastian says in a low voice, “I just want to let you know that I wouldn’t have let you fall, if that means anything to you.”

“I heard your fucking choice, Sebastian!” I didn’t know I had such anger in me until the curse burst out of me, “What are you looking for from me? To say that you didn’t do anything wrong? That you should choose Ava Fuller at the price of my life?!”

“I...I’m sorry...” Sebastian looks like he wants to explain, but he just apologizes again, “You have every right to blame me, and I know you are scared. I just...I don’t want you to be hurt because I named Ava, because-”

“Because he knows you love her, and if you choose to let Ava die, Liam Ryan would have done it without hesitation,” I nod, shaking my head slowly.

I know him too well. I know his thoughts with just a look at him.

“You-! You understood that?!” Sebastian’s voice raised with pleasant surprise,” Thank God, Scar! I didn’t think you would-”

“I don’t fucking understand!” I cut him off coldly. The fury in my chest burns brighter and brighter as I look at him, the man I once loved, with such deep hatred. He wants 1/2 +25 BONUS to do the right thing, always, but sometimes there isn’t a way to do the right thing. while having it AND eating it.

I can’t co–exist with Ava, and he doesn’t seem to understand that he needs to make a choice. He already made the fucking choice.

“What I understood while you failed to, is that you risked my life to gamble for hers, and you do not fucking have that right!” I tried to keep my voice down but failed at that, “You “THINK‘ your strategy can keep the both of us safe, but that’s just a good wish.

What if he dropped me the moment you chose Ava? You barely caught her chair from where you were. Did you honestly think you could have caught mine if Liam Ryan dropped me instead?!”

Blood drains from Sebastian’s face, and that gives me the vicious sweetness of revenge. I don’t care if I’m not being reasonable right now. I don’t fucking care about anything!

“You want to talk about the truth?! Then let me fucking tell you the truth! The truth is, if you had at least been fair on taking my blood for her, then I wouldn’t be so desperate that I’d be lured to Ava at midnight for a faint hope of leaving the city! The truth is, if you hadn’t paused on telling Liam Ryan that you never loved me just to save your Ava, then he wouldn’t even be interested in hurting me! You brought this on Ava by enjoying your intimate time with her in public, and you forced me to pay for what you two did!”

In the end, I didn’t even know what I was shouting. I just wanted to let out all the fumes stuck in my chest this whole time. And the consequence is me losing balance when my eyes went dark..

“Scar!” Sebastian grabs my arm, and I claw and kick to push him away–

“Don’t touch me!”

“Scar, it’s me!” Adrian’s voice rises by my side, and I feel the arms holding me are firm and unfamiliar – not Sebastian’s. For that, I finally calmed down.

“Shhh, you are okay...” Adrian comforts me, and I bite my lips, not wanting to burst. into tears in his arms twice in one day.

Can I have his warm arms to myself? For real?

Before my eyes could see clearly again, Ava’s greasy voice raised with her innocent mask on again: “Seb...are you okay?”