What have I done? How could I be so stupid and mess things up with Scarlette so badly? Why couldn't I just let her in, and give her a chance to explain? Now she was off somewhere in the rain probably cold and upset and hurting, and I was the one who'd hurt her. I promised I'd never hurt her and I did it anyway. Seeing that picture hurt me so badly though, I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest, to see her smiling at him like that and then when they kissed. I had my fears about her and Kellin initially, and I knew it was just me being irrational and jumping to the conclusions because the thought of losing her was so unbearable. I looked at Kellin, he was scanning the streets just as I was, looking for her truck, or just her, but it was getting dark and the rain was getting worse making it that much harder. I just wanted her in my arms as she had been last night. I'd been laying awake for most of like night just watching her as she'd slept. I'd swore to myself I'd save her in the end no matter what. I'd save her if it was the last thing I did. I wouldn't let her end up like my mom had. I hated the way she made me think about my mom, but the look in her eyes, the look of fear, like everyone was going to hurt her, like she was worth nothing, was exactly the same. My dad had failed to protect my mom. Failed to save her. The day she died she still had the look in her eyes. I was only 8 but even I could tell, she was scared. Scared to live and scared to die. My dad and I haven't really spoken since that day unless we're arguing, that's why he stays at his girlfriend's and leaves me to stay in the big house on my own.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by Kellin slowing the car down. I looked around but I couldn't see anything that looked like Scarlette or her truck. A car went past shining light onto his face, staring out of the windshield, I watched a tear run down his face as he looked blank.
"Kellin, come on we need to keep going..." I said in a voice that was barely audible. He turned to me slowly as I watched more tears falling down his cheeks.
"Its my fault." He whispered. Clearly similar thoughts had been running through his head.
"Kellin it's not your fault, it's mine, I should have let--" he interrupted me.
"No, I knew she didn't sound right on the phone and I didn't do anything about it. Andy, I've been hearing that voice nearly every day since I was 11. The voice that she thinks hides the fact that she's hurting, but I always knew there was something wrong when she put that voice on." His voice cracked, but he carried on, "I don't know what made me ignore it. Part of me thinks she's in danger with you, like she's delicate and there are problems and moments from her past which affect her more than you will ever know. You call her princess and I find myself thinking if you call her one, and don't treat her like one I'd kill you myself but at the same time I know she's safe with you, four days knowing you and she stood up to her mom, you got under her skin and stitched the open wounds on her heart that noone else could... That I couldn't fix in 7 years... You saved her from herself, made her happy again." I sat back stunned at what Kellin had said. I felt something rise up from within me, determination.
"I'm not done saving her yet, so pull this car back onto the road, pull yourself together and help me fucking find her before she unpicks those stitches herself!" I put the car in drive as he looked at me shocked, then the look in his eyes changed to mirror mine. He pulled out faster than I had expected and threw me back against the seat and went back to driving us along the empty roads as we looked for Scarlette. A chill suddenly went up my spine.
"You don't think she would have gone home, do you?" I muttered still scanning the streets. Kellin's eyes went wide and he speeded up a little.
"No, that would be a death wish," he paused "Maybe, we should check anyway just incase." I nodded and felt the chill spread from my spine and into my heart making it ache.
A few minutes later we were pulling into her street. A sight I had never wanted to see met my eyes, there was her truck sitting outside her mom's house.
Kellin pulled up behind the truck, but I was already out and running up the steps through the rain before he'd even stopped. As I got closer to the door I heard the smashing of glass, my blood went cold as I forced the door open to see Scarlette, semi conscious, lying in a pool of blood as her mother stood over her with a broken bottle. My vision clouded over with fear, but suddenly rage took over my body, and I welcomed in the anger, deciding it was time to exorcise the demons that had haunted me for years.

Notes

Nearing the end of the story I think, I hope you can all kind of see how the title relates to the story :) very dramatic haha ;) anyway hope you guys liked it :)