Page 31 of Greased

What the fuck?

I turn to his new position. His arms are still crossed over his chest but a harsh smirk now sitting on his lips. The Dawson I met back home was gone, and a new and what seems to be cuntier version in his spot.

“Dawson?”

“That’s my name baby, don’t wear it out.”

Snickers sound from a few of the other Thunderbirds standing around watching our reunion. My gut drops. I stand there staring at the man in front of me unable to form words. I don’t even know what I would say right now. Don’t wear his fucking name out? What kind of bullshit is that? Anger slowly begins to bloom in my chest.

“What the fuck Dawson?” Dacre pipes up from behind me but my attention stays fastened onto Dawson.

Before he can begin to explain his bullshit attitude, Rhodes pushes through the crowd.

“Hey Scar. I was just about to bring you over to these idiots, but it seems the girls beat me to it.” He pauses with a chuckle.

“You wouldn’t remember but we grew up with these boys.” Rhodes turns me to face the boys.

I feel as the colour drops completely from my face. I feel my heart as it begins to pick up its pace. We… We grew up with them? The boys I fell in love with are the same boys I was friends with when I was younger?

“Scarlett, this is Pike, Sonny, Nicky, Dacre and over here...” He turns me back around to Dawson. I feel like a ragdoll. It's also obvious that Rhodes completely missed our little reunion.

“...and this is Dawson. I had planned your reunion to be a little bit different but here we are.”

“I know who they are, Rhodes.” My voice feels empty as I speak the words out loud.

“Wait,” he says as he yet again spins me around and puts both of his hands on my arms to hold me in place. “What do you mean you know who they are? Do you remember them from before?”

“Those boys I told you about.” I pause as he nods for me to continue, “They are those boys.”

Realisation dawns over his face. A look I’ve never seen on him before embraces him as he turns around sharply.

“Yo, what the fuck,” Rhodes says, his face reddening in anger. “Why the fuck didn’t you lot tell me earlier that my sister was fucking alive?”

His voice deepens and gets louder until he is almost yelling. If I had any sense I would probably have stepped away from him. The last thing I need to get in right now is a bar fight.

“We didn’t know that Scar was actuallyourScarlett man,” Nicky says calmly to Rhodes.

“We thought she was dead, Rhodes. You know that if we even thought it was possible, we would have called you straight away.”

“Be that as it may, you lot have been fucking around with my fucking sister. Left her fucking heartbroken with not even any kind of communication,” he says, swinging his arm back around my shoulders and pulling me into his body. I go, unable to resist as I stare at yetanother person who has betrayed me. Five more people who shoved a red hot iron through my chest, piercing the last pieces of myself I had.

“We…” Pike pauses like he is trying to find the words.

“Come on Rhodes man. It's not that deep,” Dawson says as he walks over to stand with the other four boys. “It was just a summer fling. Not like it meant anything.” He shrugs. A look of disinterest still on his face.

“A summer fling? Is that fucking right?” I stare at him in utter disbelief. Fuck this. I’m angry now. How dare this asshole dismiss the best few months of my life!

His only reply is a shrug as he takes a drink of whatever bullshit juice is in his cup.

“Fuck you Dawson.”

I refuse to stay for a moment longer. Any previous feelings of happiness or love completely dissipate. I refuse to allow myself to be broken again by men that don’t deserve my heart. I cannot allow myself to fall apart.

I turn to Rhodes and without asking, snatch the keys out of his pocket and storm out of the club, completely ignoring the other boys and Brandy’s calls for me to stop and wait. I feel like I am walking away from a part of my soul. A vital part of what has made me who I am today. That Scarlett from all those months ago is gone. She doesn’t exist anymore. How can one survive after so much heartbreak? How can you pick up the pieces when time and time again they get destroyed by people you trust. People that you love.

Shelly goes to stop me, but my face must give enough emotion away that she thinks better and steps aside to let me through.

The club quickly fades away and I allow it, giving myself over to my base needs.

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