Falling

Over the next week or so my cuts healed up, leaving only slightly raised bumps and a few scratches. My head injury continued to get better and I found myself starting to walk again. Each day I found that I was getting better and better.

I had woken up form a nap feeling refreshed and ready to face the rest of the day. Jinxx was standing in the middle of the room playing a complicated piece on his guitar. I watched him silently, he played a medley of riffs and licks, tuning his guitar.

"You're amazing, you know that!?" I said, breaking the resounding silence.

"Wha-oh, crap, um, thanks." he said, jumping a little.

"Haha, no problem." I replied. Just then Ashley came bounding in through the door.

"Uhh, Blaise. There's someone at the door for you..." he said, frowning slightly.

I got up and walked over to the door where I saw Scarlett...

"Can I come in?" She asked, she sounded timid and afraid, not her usual bitchy self. She sounded sad, upset. Sorry.

"Um, sure." I gestured for her to come in, I closed the tour bus door behind me and led her into the living room.

"Guys, you can leave, I'll call you if I need anything." I said them.

Reluctantly, Ashley and Jinxx left.

"So...um, what do you want?" I asked her, I tried to keep my voice steady.

"I, I came to say sorry. Im sorry for being such a bitch to you, im sorry for beating you up countless times. Im sorry Blaise. My stupid whore of a cousin, Juliet, she hates you. I got pressured into bullying you because you were different, and I feel so bad for what I did to you." She lifted her skirt to show me a lot of scars and bumps on her thighs.

She was near tears, but she kept going.

"Every time my, now ex, boyfriend wanted me to beat you up, I cut myself. And it killed me inside to see you being hurt by me, because I was too vain to stop myself from listening to irrelevant people. I don't know how much pain I've put you through Blaise, and i know that my 5 years of being a, a , a horrible, bitchy, slutty, coward and saying horrible stuff to you and everything else I have done....I know that it can't be taken back in a instant and even though i'm trying my best to say sorry, I know you wont forgive me."

"But I cant pretend that what i've done to you is in the past and I should get over it, because ive scarred you for life. I am so sorry for everything. Im so stupid for letting him control me, he was the one behind it all, im glad to say that I dumped him even though I should have of done months and months ago. You don't know how guilty I feel Blaise." She said, tears dripping down her face. She looked at me with pleading eyes.

Now looking back on it, every time she pushed me, shoved me, beat me up, made me feel worthless...her good for nothing boyfriend was always there, encouraging her, making her do it.

"Scarlett, if this is some sick twisted joke then you can get the fuck out of my face, but if you are telling the truth....then..." I trailed off

"Blaise, I swear on my life im telling the truth. Do you honestly think that I would cut for nothing? My life is amazing, I have two loving parents, a roof over my head and as many shoes as you have band bracelets, I wouldn't cut if I didn't have a reason to Blaise, I cut because I felt so guilty about what I was doing to you." She said.

I chuckled, "Yeah well I do have a lot of band bracelets! Why'd you let him push you around?" I asked curiously.

"I guess it was more because I was scared of him, he used to hit me, and he verbally abused me as well, but I was stupid, I let him and every time he hit me he would always shower me with presents telling me that he didn't mean it...and I was stupid enough o believe him." She said. I could tell she was telling the truth.

I got up and sat next to her, "Look, I believe you, but I don't know if im ready to forgive you. If you can prove you have changed, I might just give you a chance." I said.

"So why don't we pretend that we have never met and start over again. I want to know the girl I met in middle school, not the bitchy girl in high school." I suggested.

"Then its a deal, you know, if I wasn't in the 'Popular' squad, I don't think I would have turned out this way." She said, rolling her eyes at the word popular.

I hugged her, long and tight, when she pulled away I could see tears glistening in her eyes.
"Thank you Blaise, for giving me a second chance when I didn't deserve it."

"Everyone deserves a second chance, no matter who you are, or were." I said, smiling at her.

Maybe she had changed...

Notes

Just to let you know, I have nothing against Juliet Simms, she is only a bitchy whore in this story for fictional purposes only! Ok carry on reading.