Page 27 of Greased

She is fucking radiant.

Our girl.

She’s alive.

She’s home.

All of a sudden, the feeling of anger rushes over me as I come to my senses after the shock of her being home wears off.

I shake my head.

No.

She can’t be here. Not when the club is in the fucked up state it is. When it's not fucking safe. She needs to leave. To go back home.

I settle on my decision at that moment.

I don’t care about the relief I feel. I don’t care how the other guys feel. I don’t regret the thought as it comes to my head. I know it's the right choice.

Scarlett needs to leave.

I will make sure of it.

There is no way to even remotely describe the way I feel right now as I sing my absolute fucking heart out. It became a running joke with Mum and I about how even after completely losing my memory, my love forTwilightquite literally fought through life or death to ensure its place as a forever obsession.

After the accident as a way to help bring me comfort, Mum and I would watch the movies on a continuous loop. Say what you will, but I will forever and always be Team Jacob. I wouldn’t be mad if a sexy as sin werewolf shifter came into my life.

After Rippy’s guitar solo, the song slows down a little. As I look out over the crowd that seems to get bigger and bigger the longer I am up here, Rhodes has moved closer to the stage with a few of the guys I saw him with earlier in the set.

Just like me, he is singing with all that he's got. I know from the many stories told over the last few weeks that Rhodes is quite the singer too. I also know he isn’t big on performing; singing around a campfireis more of his thing but I can’t help myself. Once the song ramps up again, I reach my hand out to him and pull him up onto stage with me to finish off the song. I put the microphone between the both of us as we sing the last few lines.

Holy fuck. My brother has a set of pipes.

Cheers erupt as we finish our set. Sweat is pouring off me but it's obvious Rhodes doesn’t care as he picks me up and swings me around. I erupt into laughter as he puts me down. I feel elated. Free. Like the weight of the world isn’t currently sitting on my shoulders.

I know music has always been my salvation but this has just gone and proven it, to me and everyone else in this room.

Rhodes takes the microphone from me as he faces the crowd.

“My sister, ladies and gentlemen,” He says while gesturing for me to bow to the room. I do so with a hint of caution so as whispers start up. Muffled questions sound around the room as the revelation of who I am is revealed.

“Birds, please ensure your attendance at Wednesday's meeting where we will go into further detail about what this all means. But for now, let’s celebrate the return of my beautiful twin sister.”

If I thought the cheer after our set ended was loud, it has nothing on the hoots and hollers the crowd yell out.

A rumbled war cry begins and slowly the entire room chimes in. Men and women alike begin stamping their feet and smacking tables. The noise almost becomes unbearable as everyone eventually erupts into celebration of my return home.

The DJ begins playing some track over the noise as it slowly drowns out. A few of the girls I saw out the back in the dressing room come out and begin spinning on the poles.

Rhodes turns to me and shouts over the noise.

“Come on Scar. There’s a heap of people we need to re-introduce you to.”

I hand my microphone off to Brandy who before Rhodes can drag me too far off the stage wraps up into a tight embrace. I hug her back just as tight even though we are sweaty messes.

“Thank you so much Scarlett. You were incredible,” she says.

“No, thank you. That was one of the most insane things I’ve ever done.”

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