18. You can't punch everything you see
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Checking the time on her phone she smiled widely. Only a matter of time before she was in her warmth, she missed her mother and she couldn’t wait.
“Heading to your parents?”
Eyeing her friend standing on the other side of the door she slowly shook her head.
“Yep, do you need anything?” she asked staring at him with both eyebrows raised.
Pursing his lips he clenched the phone in hand thinking of how to put it out there, or if he should tell her at all.
Handing over his phone to her, he spoke. “I think there is something you need to see before you go.”
“Is it bad?” she asked taking the phone off his palm.
“Very bad.”
She quickly took notice at the screen in her palm.
‘The verdict on Andrew Blackwell’s case announced to be not guilty.
Today morning judges ruled the case in favour of Mr Andrew Blackwell, saying there is not enough evidence to arrest the man or maybe bribing....’
Scarlet clenched her jaw as she let the words settle — it was all wrong, too wrong.
“He never seems to understand, does he.” she hissed slapping her friend’s chest with his phone.
Infuriated she walked away from him, she definitely needed to go home.
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“Your only favourite child is home!” she announced pushing the front doors open.
Closing the door behind her she walked further into the house. “Still waiting on that hug!” she shouted again making her way to the sitting room.
About to shout again she stopped as her eyes landed on the two men she hated the most, and one she tolerated at times.
In all common sense one of those men she hated was Michael. His face was still healing from the handy work Scarlet gladly did.
And no other than the demon himself, Andrew. The sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, the jacket thrown over the couch and a glass of wine in hand — just like the other two.
If she hadn’t known them enough she would have left it but she could not. They were busy drinking probably celebrating his win, talking about like nothing wrong happened.
The two, understandable but her father being involved angered her. She just wanted to see her mother, they only family member who hated Andrew as much.
“Hello niece, it has been a while.” Andrew spoke noticing her presence, well more of her glare.
“Not long enough.” she scoffed walking away to the kitchen leaving the men to do whatever that was.
“Mother!”
The kitchen was just as empty, she didn’t find who she was looking for here either.
Turning around to leave she was met with a grinning Andrew the glass still in hand, leaning his body against the door frame.
“How are you?” he sipped from the glass waiting her response.
Not that she was being childish but she was not going to respond, for several reasons. One being she hated him to the core and had never liked him.
“Have a drink with us?” Andrew spoke again blocking her way out the kitchen.
“I don’t drink bastard.” she shoved him out of her way.
She would have gone to punch him for everything, that was the only type of justice he would gain but she didn’t have time for that.
“Why?” he grabbed her forearm stopping her from walking away. Once her glare met his stare the man chuckled, “Nevermind I remember, you couldn’t keep a woman so you broke down.”
Scarlet slammed his body against the nearest wall with all her strength.
“Watch your mouth!” she hissed still glaring at him, before letting her grip go from his collar.
Andrew only huffed as he strength his shirt. “I’m not afraid of you, you are a pathetic little girl—”
Words failed him as the cool touch of metal met his throat and he was pressed against the wall again.
Her eyes were murderous and definitely was the kitchen knife. “I’m a what? I dare you to say it again!” pressing the knife further on his Adam’s apple she grinned enjoying him squirm. “Come on, say it!” she hissed.
As she walked through the back down the sight before her wasn’t at all what she expected, but it definitely did please her a bit.
Her daughter holding a knife against her husband’s brother’s neck, such a muse yet she couldn’t allow it to go beyond.
Sighing she dropped her glass cup into the sink. “Scarlet drop the knife.” she spoke making her presence known.
“No!”
She now had her elbows resting on the surface of the island, staring into Scarlet’s back. “Killing him won’t solve any problem just increase them. No matter how I want the bastard dead, I don’t want my only child taken from me.”
Fear flashed on Andrew’s face again as he caught Anna smirk devilish, he knew she was praying her daughter didn’t comply and finish the job.
It wasn’t like she wouldn’t help her hide his dead body anyway.
Scarlet clenched the knife before releasing the her hold on his shoulder, fully pulling the knife away his scratched throat. Not too deep to kill him but enough for a scar.
“Yeah run to your mother, mama’s little—”
She hadn’t known how all this time he still held his glass in hand, not broken and still filled — maybe it was his love of alcohol.
But the moment her fist collided with his face it slipped out of hand breaking on the floor.
He gained his support from gripping the island, the stinging on his face residing and Scarlet saw it making her grin.
She stabbed the tip of the knife on the the surface of the island only a few inches from his pinkie. His full on panicked face caused both the women to giggled, it would be a shame if he hadn’t already shitted himself.
“That should teach him a lesson.” she proudly spoke staring up from the petrified man to her mother.
Giving her daughter a high five she grinned. “Nice one!” Anna, Mrs Blackwell spoke impressed.
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