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Chapter Twenty-Eight.

"You still haven't fucking dealt with her?" I snap, his eyes slightly widen as he turns to me. Pretty much, he's dating her and fucking me. At least me and Zeke aren't in a relationship, we knew the deal before I came here.

"Woah, where is this coming from?" He studies me, confused.

"You're dating her, you're in an actual relationship and you're fucking me." It's the first time I've said it out loud and I put my hand over my mouth, oh my God.

"Scarlet, you knew about her before we even started this again." He reminds me, looking at me in anger.

I pick up my hairbrush, "Yeah, but things are changing and you're not wanting her. Why cheat on her when you can just leave her?" I've played a part in all of this. Even if Kyla is a bitch, she doesn't deserve this.

"Can you trust me to handle it?" His voice slightly raises and I shake my head.

"Obviously not, you needed to leave her before you started-" I don't know how to word it, he's playing with me while he plays Kyla.

"You don't know shit about this girl and the things she does to people when she's mad." He points at his phone, "Maybe I just wanted to be alone with you and do what I needed without having to worry about who's she's hurting while I'm gone." I cross my arms, this girl is obviously out of fucking control.

"We need to deal with her, she's a problem. If she's harming other people then she's unsafe to herself and others." I didn't see why this shit was dealt with years ago, I know it must've been hard for her but when you use common sense it just leads to her being a bitch.

"What are you saying?" He turns to me fully and is glaring down at me as I stepped out of line.

"I'm saying man the fuck up and do something about it. If she's been harming others and especially people who have nothing to do with your relationship then she's not a pity story. She's just a bitch, " I push past him and leave him in my bedroom. I'm not dealing with him and her, the text she sent me will be used to throw her ass away if she wants to send threats.

I did feel sorry for her until I realized that she's just a brat and when she can't get her way she makes others pay for it. If he doesn't drop her then he can stop enjoying me so good because I'm not dealing with her just because he can't own up to his stupid actions.

I hear a deep chuckle when I walk into the living room. I quickly jump and turn around to find Lennox sitting in the chair. "You are just like your mother." I cross my arms and study him, I'm not in the mood to hear about how horrible I am.

"What about it?" I ask, hearing my bedroom door slam shut.

"I remember, when I first met her she had no problem saying what was on her mind." He presses the glass of blood to his lips and studies me.

"You knew my mother?" I take a seat on the couch in front of him. I notice the body is gone but I don't mention it. I reach for my ruby necklace, I don't feel it. I remember putting it in one in my duffle bag along with my Van Doren bracelet. I make a note to put them back on.

"Oh yes, I watched her and Vincent fall in love." I find myself smiling at his story. "She was a fireball, that one. Vincent hated it at times but he ended up falling in love with that quality the most." He chuckles to himself and I smile.

"How did they meet?" I ask I begin to yearn for them deeply.

He sets the glass down and sighs. "On the training grounds, she was kicking the shit out of him." I can't help but laugh and I suddenly hear my phone go off.

Come up here.

Why?

Just, please.

I roll my eyes, "I believe I was wrong about you." Lennox's deep voice catches my attention. "Van Doren's have always had to fight a little harder and I just want Dawson to be okay but it seems like he's not going to give up." He seems a little upset.

"I'm sorry, " I shake my head. "I just don't want to hurt him but I feel like he'll end up dead if I stay." I swallow the lump in my throat and I'm not prepared for what he says next.

"I have a feeling he'd rather die next to you than to live without you."

Dawson

She storms out and in anger, I read the messages that started all this shit.

I can't believe you ran off with little Van Whoren. I promise you it's a free game now.

You always do this to me... All I wanted was you. You fucking used me and now you're thinking that you're going to be happy with her? I'll die before I let that happen.

I hate you.

So you're not even going to reply? Fine, I'll come to you. I'll see you in the morning.

If you dare touch her or hurt her in any way, I will personally see to it that you get fucked up. Maybe I didn't tell you what was going on because of this bullshit right here, you're like a child, when you don't get everything you want you to throw a temper tantrum. I will never love you, I think it's time you accept that. I'm sorry for what I did and I'm sorry for how things happened and I think about the girl you use to be before I came along but you don't get to threaten me anymore. If you gave a fuck about me instead of controlling me - you'd find out that I had a large possibility of dying if she didn't come with me and help me.

Go ahead and come, I promise you from the bottom of my heart that you won't like the outcome. You believe she's a pushover but trusts me, you'd be surprised. I suggest you move on. We're over.

I couldn't believe that I had finally cut ties with Kyla Pruitt. Even though I believed it wasn't over and that she would come in the morning which is in a few hours, I still felt like I did exactly what I needed to. I clutch my phone tightly in my hand and I don't feel right.

I don't like it when she's pissed at me, I don't like the fact that she has to deal with Kyla over me. I text her to come up and I notice her bags, she did bring her textbooks so maybe there's a spell that will bind Kyla from harming anybody. I open the first one I see and I notice there are just pants, I pick up a pair of latex pants and imagine Scarlet in them.

I place them on the dresser, definitely wanting her to wear those next time we fuck. I open the second bag and realize it's all shirts, socks, and lace panties. I roll my eyes, "Fucking bitch." She turns me on when she's not even in the damn room.

I hear someone enter, I can tell it's Scarlet because she's barefoot and I see her small feet and black toenails on the other side of the bed. "What?" She realizes I'm digging through her stuff and places a hand on her hip.

I hand her my phone and as she reads it, I luckily run across the top to the latex pants, it's also latex. "God, you're so fucking wearing this next time we fuck." I throw it with the latex pants and open the third one. Shoes. I roll my eyes and study a pair of black six-inch heels, I throw them next to the dresser.

"Fuck, where your books?" I open the last duffle bag and sign in relief as I find her Magick textbook. I notice three small boxes, I pull them out and realize how fucking nosy I am.

I hear her sigh as she sits on the bed and studies my phone. I pull the first box open, "Hey, Scar. This one is glowing." I hand it to her and she takes it, I hear her breath hitch and I look at her. I am so fucking curious about that fucking bracelet. "Why the fuck does it glow?" I ask her, she pulls it onto her wrist.

"It has a protection spell, it lets me know if someone is wanting or thinking of hurting me." She explains, studying it. "Fuck, it's still glowing. I guess Lennox is being honest, I'm being tracked like a fucking animal." She drops her head into her hands and I can tell she wants to cry.

I take the ruby necklace, "Here." She sniffs and wipes her tears, turning away from me. I put the necklace around her neck and her fingers immediately go to the ruby. I take the ring between my fingers and take her hand. "Obviously these mean something, here." She holds her ring finger up above the others and suddenly my stomach erupts in a nervous jitter.

"What?" She asks, staring at me.

"Nothing," I lie, cautiously sliding the beautiful ring on her ring finger. Once it's on she drops her hand and I put the boxes back into her bag.

I catch her staring at me, "I'm sorry for overreacting." Her voice is soft and she gives me a sad smile. I want to know what she's thinking.

"You didn't, you were right." I take the book and climb on the bed with her. I plop down next to her.

"I think I got jealous." She admits, rolling her eyes.

I find myself smiling. "You think?" I look at her and smile and she smacks my shoulder playfully.

"I know you're not mi-"

"I am-" I blurt, her eyes widen and I can't help but feel a wave of nausea wash over me. Bile rises in the back of my throat and I lunge towards the small trash can that's on my side of the bed. I just fucking threw up.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She runs her hand down my back and I feel so stupid. "Dawson, what's going on?" She sounds worried and I suddenly wish I could get this feeling to stop.

"I'm yours and you fucking know it." I can't look at her. She's going to destroy me. "You're gonna fuck me up." I close my eyes and try to get the nervous feeling to leave.

She lays on top of my back and presses a kiss to my temple, I can barely feel her on top of me. "I'd never hurt you, if you're mine then you're safe with me." She softly says, my heart starts to race and I hate how much of a bitch I've become.

"Would it help to know that I'm yours too?" She whispers, running her hand over my hair.

I realize how serious this is becoming and I hear her giggle as I lunge toward the bucket again, once again throwing up.

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