Chapter Fourteen
Scarlett's POV
If any one word in the dictionary could describe how I am feeling right now, it would definitely have to be, petrified. A small voice in the back of my head was telling me that this is a bad idea. That something terrible is going to happen on this trip. I didn't know how I knew, I just did.
But I let myself continue to pack. Whether I like it or not, I knew Nate was going to make me go. After I finish packing a bag for the trip, he had at least told me to pack for warm weather, I pack another suitcase, which I plan to run out to Matt's quickly, since Nate said he'd be gone until the morning to pick me up for the trip.
He's probably out with one of his prostitutes or something.
Matt.
Oh god. What am I going to tell him? He's not going to be happy about this, not one bit. He'll probably demand me not to go, but I have to.
I collapse on the bed in a state of worry. When did my life get so stressful? I should have seen the warning signs. How could I have been so stupid? All I wanted was a love like mine and Matt's, again. I'm an idiot to think I could have found that any place other than Matt's arms.
God, why am I a stupid girl? Maybe I do deserve those beatings from Nate for being so stupid.
I sigh and pull myself up. No point moping around about it, might as well get a move on so Nate doesn't see.
Quickly, I load the suitcase in the car and pull out of the driveway. The minute my tires hit the road, paranoia sets in. I feel as if Nate is waiting for me, everywhere. I look at every car that passes by and release a huge breath-that I didn't know I was even holding-before looking at the next car.
I am on the verge of a panic attack by the time I pull up into Matt's driveway. He comes out when he hear my tires on the gravel.
Opening my door, he engulfs me into a huge bear hug. "God I missed you," he murmurs into my hair.
I hug him back even tighter. "I missed you more," my voice muffled by his chest.
Once we break apart from the embrace, Matt goes around to the back and grabs my bag and brings it back up to the front where I am at.
Giving me a kiss on the cheek, he brings it into the house and I follow him.
"Mommy!" a voice cries as soon as I enter.
A smile comes across my face, as Georgia flings herself into my arms.
"Hey darling, I've missed you so much," I say, kissing the side of her face.
"When are you coming here?" she asks eagerly.
"Soon, now it's past your bedtime, so let's go tuck you in."
She takes off running towards her room, I send Matt a comforting smile and he returns it.
Following Georgia to her room, she quickly climbs into bed and I go to tuck her in.
Giving her a kiss on the forehead, I turn to leave. "Mommy," her voice is timid.
Stopping in my tracks, I turn to look at her, "Yes, sweetie?"
Her eyes are cast downwards, "Why couldn't Matt be my daddy, he's really nice."
I sigh, it was time I told her. Walking back over to her, I sit on the bed. "Georgia, this is your new home. No more Nate. That and Matt, he's your real daddy, your biological one. There's more to the story, but I will tell you when you get older. I'll be here soon and we can live like a family together."
A bright smile expands across her face, as she flings her arms around me. At that moment Matt walks in. Instantly I knew he had been eavesdropping. I roll my eyes and motion him in and he joins in the group hug.
Several minutes later, Georgia is fast asleep and Matt and I quietly exit her room.
He walks me to my car and kisses me goodnight.
"I can't wait till tomorrow, you'll be all mine and away from that asshole," he says with a smile.
"Matt," I start, "I need to tell you something."
Worry etches into his face, "What is it Scarlett?"
"Nate and I are going on a trip tomorrow."
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