The ride back to the hotel was silent except for Walker talking to Diana on his cell phone and the fast typing of Chris on his laptop. When they arrived at the hotel Scarlet ran straight to her room without speaking to anybody.
“I don’t get her sometimes. One minute she’s as bubbly as can be, the next she’s like Marylyn Manson,” Chris smirked.
“Don’t worry about it, Chris. You said it yourself, she’s extreme. It’s just a phase. She will get over it,” Walker said, he was a father therefore he knew these things.
“I hope you’re right, Walker. For my sake, I hope you’re right,” Chris sighed.
Zac tossed and turned in his bed.
“Why can’t I sleep?” he said to nobody in particular. He lay in bed facing the ceiling. Zac moved his head so he could see the alarm clock beside him. 12:03. Great. He had 7 hours left. Deciding that he would not be able to get to sleep for another few hours, he got out of his bed. Zac put on his bright orange pants, a black sweater and his black Airwalks. He placed his keys in his pocket and left his room thinking that a late stroll around the hotel would do him some good.
“Please, Mr. Richards. No…” she whimpered.
“Sshh. It’ll be OK sweetie,” the man replied as he slowly pushed Scarlet down on the table.
“No…” Scarlet sobbed as his hands roamed her shaking body.
“Be quiet. You don’t want me to hurt you now do you?” he asked as he placed his finger on her lips silencing her. She shook her head and whimpered.
“That’s better,” he whispered as he began ripping her clothes open.
“No…” she wailed, though it was barely audible. And even if it was, there was nobody who could help her for school was finished for the day for everybody…except for her.
“No!!!” Scarlet shouted as she shot right up. She looked around.
“It was a dream,” she whispered. Scarlet looked at herself, she was covered in her own sweat. She shook her head and got up. She couldn’t go back to sleep knowing that he would be back in her dreams to haunt her. Scarlet grabbed a pair of faded jeans and a black cardi and put them on along with her black Docs. She placed her key in her pocket and left her room hoping she could walk the night away. She closed her door and began walking down the hallway.
“Scarlet!” somebody whispered hoarsely. Scarlet looked around for the male who called her voice. It was Zac.
“Oh, hey. Wait…wait. Let me figure out your name. I know Taylor, I know Isaac, so that leaves you to be Zac, right?” Scarlet asked.
“Yeah. You’re right,” Zac replied as he walked to her.
“So Zac, what are you doing up so late?”
“The question at hand is: what are you doing up so late, missy?” Zac asked as he jokingly pointed an accusing finger at Scarlet.
Scarlet sighed, “I couldn’t sleep,”
“Neither could I,” Zac added.
Scarlet looked him over.
‘What’s with the bright pants? Is he trying to blind me?’ she thought with a small smirk.
“Kid, what are you trying to do to me with those pants? You want people to see you in the dark?” Scarlet asked with a slight giggle while pointing to Zac’s bright orange pants.
Zac laughed at her statement.
“Since we’re both up, you wanna walk with me?” Scarlet asked once both their laughter died down.
“Sure,” Zac replied.
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