Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Scarlet could smell the liquor on his breath, especially when his face was inches from her's. When she heard the lock of the door click, her heart skipped a beat, realizing that not only was Cerberus unable to be at her side, but no one else could get inside unless they broke the door down. Fear was evident deep within her sapphire eyes as she looked up at him from where he threw her to the floor. As a result of the fall, she felt a searing pain in her elbow, as if it were cracked in half. With a quick downward glance, she noticed it wasn't broken, but bleeding profusely. The crimson liquid stained straight through her ivory sweater, tainting it's innocent appearance. She covered it up with her other hand and tried to stand up, only to be grabbed back up and thrown on to the bed. Feeling his body against her's, she felt the head that radiated off of him. It was unrealistic how hot he felt pressed against her, his temperature seeming well above normal. You can't refuse me of my own history! she screamed into his face. Where she received this courage, she hadn't the slightest idea. Her stubborn nature was shining through, looking up at him with disgusted expression. Her nose wrinkled and her blue eyes narrowed, just in time to feel him tower over her, pin her down, and slap her so hard, she felt her jaw pop. Feeling as if time had ceased, her eyes looking into his emerald windows, Scarlet felt herself go still. Shock was drawn across her face, bright as the red hand print that had marked her ivory skin. She looked at him with an expression of betrayal and confusion, unable to register why someone would strike another person. Her mother, while overly protective of Scarlet, was very gentle. She never laid a hand on her, nor had anyone else. Eyebrows furrowed, she studied his eyes, noticed how hazy they looked after he had been drinking. They still held the same feeling of extreme familiarity, yet foggy with something she had never experienced. His voice booming across the room, Scarlet jumped when he told her to get out. The sounds of Cerberus whining, trying to get to her and protect her broke her heart. Why did this dog obey Preston with precision, yet yearn for her affection? Silence looming over them, Scarlet slowly stood, her knees wobbly, and looked up at him with a fierce gaze. To answer your question, she sneered, careful to walk past him and unlock the door. Cerberus barely gave her enough time to turn the knob before he barreled in, looking between the two people in the room. I didn't read a single page, Scarlet assured, her voice shaking and her eyes holding his with intensity. But I know, Preston. I know that Hades and Persephone were married. Shaking her head, Scarlet looked at her elbow, the blood dripping down her forearm and palm with a steady flow. Covering it up with her other hand, she cradled it as she stood in the door way. Knowing it was no use, she quickly took off her sweater, leaving her in the blue tank top, and wrapped it around her arm. I'm not sure why you look at me with such hate, she whispered, her eyes meeting his from underneath her lashes. But I assure you, you won't have to much longer, because I am getting the Hell out of here. Tonight. And with that, Scarlet turned to leave before he could see her eyes well with tears, sick of feeling so emotionally fragile. Her elbow was in pain, but she didn't care. She ran for her room and locked the door behind her, careful to push an arm chair in front of it. Her heart beating with fury, she grabbed a small carry on bag out of the top of the closet and started to throw as many clothes into it as it could hold. This place was not her home. No, this place was some kind of Hell. From the snowy, lifeless atmosphere to having to endure Preston, it was a prison. Whether Preston was her lover from another life or not, he wouldn't be this time around. He was a monster, a man who looked at her with so much malice that it made her shudder, and she could not stand one more second under his haunting, emerald green glare. Tying the thin sweater around her bloody arm as tight as she could, she slipped a thick coat on and zipped up her boots. Grabbing a scarf, gloves, and her bag, she pushed the window open with a furious thrust of her palms. After living with a mother who rarely let her out of her sight for eighteen years, Scarlet knew exactly how to sneak out of a bedroom. She knew how to push the screen until it popped off, hold to throw her bag down to the precise place on the roof she planned to jump to... Getting to the ground from the fourth story was a challenge, but it didn't take her long, and before she even heard someone trying to get into her bedroom door, she was sprinting across the snowy yard with a fear-induced speed.