Scarlett

It's 3am, I'm seating on the stairs looking at the door waiting for Mason to come in. Indeed he did left the mansion, probably to go drink.

The house is silent, and dark, the only light coming from the windows and the moon. I hear some shuffle outside of the door, and seconds after a stumbling Mason enters it. He's all black, black t-shirt, jeans and Converse.

I can't see if he's injured somehow but I get up to go help him. "Mas. Lean on me." I whisper softly and he drops his arm over my shoulders. "Hi sexy." He slurs kissing my hair. His breath reeks of whiskey and vodka.

Going up the stairs with him was awfully bad. He didn't balanced himself and he's way to heavy for me, but we made it, without killing each other by falling off the stairs.

I lead him to his bedroom and he flops on his stomach on the bed. I groan. "No Mason. Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

"I don't want to." He somewhat whines and I turn him around. "Please Mas. You reek of alcohol." He pouts, but sighs. "Mood killer." Mumbling he walks by me, stumbling.

I enter the bathroom with him, and watch as he washes his face and brush his teeth, never looking at his reflexion on the mirror.

"I'm going to go grab painkillers, don't move." I ground out and he nods. "I pee anyways." I shake my head because he didn't make sense but rush to grab the med.

He's totally wasted, he buried the pain in alcohol and doesn't look at him because the only thing he will see it's the eyes of Katherine. I used to do that so much.

I lead him to take the painkiller and drink water so that way when he wakes up it won't be such a torture. He plops down on his bed, in his stomach again. "Finally." He sighs and close his eyes.

I chuckle at him. He's looking like a child. But at the same time, the way his backs moves according to his breaths and how his face and hair is leaning on his arms, he looks hot.

When I lay myself inside the sheets it takes him a while but he turns around and hugs me closer, my head on his chest. He falls asleep instantly.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save her." It's the last thing I whisper before sleep consumes me.

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Feeling a tap on my shoulder I open my eyes slowly to see Mason sleeping face.

Huh?

"Scarlett." The voice whispers and I turn around in Mason arms. "Stop moving, I want to hold you." He grumbles sleeping, making Dion and I chuckle softly.

"Hey, just to let you know that the kitchen is free, the guys are all training, he likes to be alone today, so if he wants to go downstairs it's all clear." Dion whispers and I nod smiling. "Thanks."

He smiles and looks at Mason before leaving quietly the room. I turn around again, only for Mason hold me tighter. I fall back asleep in seconds.

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Waking up I feel cold since Mason's warm body isn't next to me. I rub my eyes and hear the shower running.

Entering the bathroom quietly I undress myself seeing fog coming from the cubicle shower. I open the door to it quietly seeing the water cascade down Mason sculpted back, as his hands are on the wall and his head down.

When I close the door, I hug him from behind slowly, and he tenses. "It's just me." I whisper and kiss his shoulders, he visibly relaxes.

Mason turns around, dropping his head on my neck and arms around me.

I scratch his back, like when we have sex but much softly.

Sighing, he plants a kiss on the base of my neck."That feels good."

I feel his tears on my shoulders and his back is tense, like he's holding back the sobs.

Cupping his face gently I make him look at me. His eyes are red and tears falling down his cheeks. I wipe them and kiss his cheeks, nose and the corners of his mouth. He drops his head back after pecking my lips.

I grab his shampoo and drop some on my hands, starting to massage his soft wet hair.

When I go to wash it out he stops me. "I'll do it. I'm tall for you." He says softly and I nod. He passes me a thing that it's used to wash your body, and I scrub gently his back, then his chest and abs.

When he finishes he says that he's going to pick the towels and clothes, so I massage and wash out my own hair. Mason gives me a white towel and I wrap it around my body, his on his waist.

I look at the mirror to see it all foggy, so walking there I drawn a smiley face with devil worns. Mason goes behind me, adding a tail and a angel halo.

"Is that you?" I ask him smiling and he smirks a bit. At least that. "The resemblances are there."

I snort, rolling my eyes. "What's your angel side?"

"When I sleep." I laugh at that shaking my head. Idiot.

We dress ourselves, well technically Mason only put boxers and black sweatpants, and he bought me underwear, sport shorts and one of his t-shirts.

We head to the kitchen because I want to eat an apple and he insisted to come with me.

We're laying on the couch, watching TV. My back is to his chest and his arm around my waist with his chin on top of my head.

"Can you make those eggs you did in Italy?" He asks, his voice weak. It's been like this all day. I turn my face to him and nod.

Getting up I pick everything I need to do those. I mix the eggs before putting them on the frying pan. Glancing at Mason, I see his hand running on his face.

Frowning, I walk to him and see his eyes glistening. I understand that he's trying not to cry.

That's why he insisted in coming with me. He doesn't want to be alone.

I squat down and kiss his forehead. "It's ok, Mason." I whisper my fingers running through his hair and he nods wiping his eyes.

It breaks me to see him like this.

I offer him my hand and he gets up grabbing it. I make the eggs with him hugging me from behind. At least he chuckled a bit when I couldn't reach for a spoon on the cupboards.

That thing is to damn high.