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SCARRED HEART

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"C'mon, move it!" I whisper-yelled at Amber amidst the burning flames and smoke even though I could see that she was exhausted. "I'm tired!" She whispered back. "I'm also exhausted and in pain but do you see me slacking off? You got me in this mess in the first place so don't you dare play the tired card." I said to her angrily not bothering to keep my voice quiet anymore. We heard cracking sounds and looked to the direction the sounds came from. One of the pillars holding the warehouse broke away and was falling towards Amber. "Watch out!!!" I yelled and pushed her out to the other side of the direction the pillar was falling to. "Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed from a searing pain from my ankle. Megan is a college student who lacks parental love due to the fact that her lifestyle is not in accordance with what her parents chose for her. She meets Harry and she fell for him along the line but they ended up being manipulated which led to their breakup. Years later, secrets are revealed, mysteries are solved and Harry wants Megan back in his life but she is no more the same person she was before. The question is: will she allow her emotions dance in freedom or will she put it in a cage, locked away?

SCARRED HEART Chapter 1

*Megan's POV*

"Open the door Amber, I need to get inside." I banged the door. I just came back from school to find myself locked out of the house and I know my annoying best friend Amber is inside the house doing god knows what.

"Stick your ass out for a few more seconds girl, I'm almost done" she yelled from inside the house.

I grit my teeth in annoyance, I will soak her head in the bathtub filled with cold water once I get inside my house.

After a while, she opened the door. I immediately rushed in and as I was running to my room, a delicious aroma stopped me and I made my way into the kitchen.

Getting there, I saw that the dining table has been set, on it lies three plates of spaghetti, a tray full of blueberry muffins and a chocolate cake with lit candles on top of it.

"Am, did you cook?"

"Happy birthday Meg and yea I did cooked" she went to the dining and pulled a chair out for me to sit.

I sat on it and she pushed a plate of spaghetti towards me.

"why would you do all these for my birthday? I was planning to sleep through it" I said with my mouth full of crushed spaghetti.

"You are 19 so yea it needs to be celebrated and you better not ruin my hardwork with you stupid comments" she glared at me

"i wanted to throw a party but I didn't want what happened last year to repeat itself so I decided to make these", she grimaced and I laughed.

Last year, on my birthday, I came home to find a party in my house and she shouted "happy birthday Megan, you are finally 18."

I didn't talk to her for weeks until she promised not to throw parties for my birthday again.

I don't see the fact why birthdays should be treated special, I mean...

birthdays should be treated special, I mean they are like other normal days. "Make a wish", I rolled my eyes and blow out the candles making no wishes. She packed the dishes and went to drop the dishes in the sink. I carried the tray of muffins and ran to my room.

"Hey come back here with those muffins" Amber shouted, "never! thanks for the meal it was delicious" I shouted back. I locked my room door after I got inside and sat on my bed devouring the little delicious commodities that are sitting on my tray. Amber deserve an award for her cooking. I could finish a bowl of meal and still be craving for more, okay I was kidding. The only reason I consume alot of food is that I love food alot, probably more than I love myself. After I finished eating, I went to take a shower. Jumping on my bed, getting ready to take a nap, a knock was made on my door.

"Megan get ready, we are hitting the club in fifteen minutes" Amber said through the door. "You know I would prefer strangling you right now seeing as you destroyed my chances of taking a well deserved nap. I don't want to go" I tell her.

"If I come back in fifteen minutes and meet you still on your bed, I will make sure you don't taste food in this house for the next two weeks" I heard her footsteps leaving. I got up from my bed and went to my closet. I grabbed a grey t-shirt, a black short sleeved shirt, a pair of grey jeans and white sneakers. Yea i'm a stud and I don't toy with my dressing style.

I wore the clothes and styled the front of my hair into a quiff and pulled the remaining into a low ponytail, wore my sneakers, grabbed

my phone and went out of my room to meet Amber in hers applying red lipstick on her lips.

I let out a whistle "damn Am, If I were a guy I would totally have a hard on right now. You are smoking and I wouldn't mind switching to the lesbian lane." She was wearing a one strapped black dress which stopped mid thigh, had her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and wore grey heels with a grey clutch to match, her eye lashes coated in mascara making her blue eyes pop. "Guess we are a matching couple then let's make our move to the club and makeout with hot guys" she said with her British accent. I laughed and walked behind her to her lamborghini. Yea a lambo, her parents were pretty much loaded and she's an only child hence she gets spoiled alot. We got in and drove to the club. After getting into the club, she nudged me and pointed to a guy sitting on a chair at a corner with other guys and girls, he was a hot shot. She left me and made her way to the guy. I chuckled, typical Amber. I made my way to the bar. I told the barman to pour me a glass of vodka, while I was drinking, a guy came and ordered for whisky and I started checking him out. He's hot with his brown curly hair. I saw tattoos peaking out his white shirt. Did I mention I have tattoos myself? yea I have tattoos covering my entire back and have both my arms.

He caught me caught me checking him out and said "like what you see?", wow his eyes are emerald green which makes him more hotter. "Well you're not bad looking and did you just speak with a British accent?" He laughed and said "yea I did cause I'm British. Do you want to dance?"

"Sure, why not" I finished the remaining of

my drink and we went to the dancefloor to dance to 'You make me feel' by Cobra Starship. "I'm Harry" he says and I tell him "I'm Megan". We got pushed by a dancing couple, I turned to swear at them then I saw that the dancing couple is actually a drunk Amber and that hot guy she went to meet earlier. I told Harry "excuse me, I need to get my drunk friend home now" and pointed to the dancing Amber. He nodded and I went to drag her from the guy and told him to find a new partner.

Amber started whining and I told her to shut her mouth. I went to the car and put her in the passenger's seat and hooked her seat belt. I walked to the driver side, got in and drove to the house. I carried her into the house to her room and removed her shoes and then covered her with her blanket and then went to my room. Feeling tired, I pulled off my shoes, released my hair from its ponytail and quiff bondage, I went to the fridge in the kitchen and took frozen pizzas in the fridge. I took them and microwaved the pizzas and went to the sitting room to watch a movie seeing as its only 11pm. I put in a movie in the dvd and started watching it while eating my pizzas. After a while, I got tired and switched off the tv, went to drop the plate in the sink and proceeded to my room to sleep.

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