"I went down to earth shortly after that and met a woman, she had wavy brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders and doe brown eyes–"

"My mother." I whisper.

"Yes, quite so. I fell in love with her and we got married and had you. When you were just one years old, I discovered her plan to run away and take you with her. Apparently, your mother had been having an affair with another man. So I let go with him but told her that you would have to stay with me. She agreed and left. I know, I know, I lied about your mothers death, but I just wanted to protect you."

My head was spinning with so much information being thrown at me at once. My mother isn't dead, my dad was once in love with Mrs. Hell, Mr. Hell wasn't as nice as he seems.

I should have suspected it really, Hayden seemed too nice to be the ruler of hell, descendent from Hades himself.

My dad is still walking slowly closer to me, fiddling with the arrow in his hand. I know I shouldn't be afraid, he's my dad after all, but he has a murderous streak in his eyes, a look I have never witnessed before coming from him.

"You understand that right?"

I nod. Not because I understand, because honestly I don't appreciate being lied to no matter what the reason, but the look in my dads eyes is still scaring me and I don't want to find out where the arrow would go if I angered him.

He smiles at me, pleased with my answer. "And you are bound with their son, Asher. I've been waiting for revenge, sitting on the side lines ready to strike when given the opportunity. You're my opportunity Scar, a chance to give Hayden what he deserves."

My breathing is rugged, he is getting closer now. The man I have known my whole life, who looked after me when I was sick, comforted me when I was sad, is not the man in front of me now.

"If Asher's mate was to die, Asher would be suffering from so much grief, Hayden's whole kingdom would crumble to dust when Asher took over, especially without a queen by his side."

I am in full panic mode now. I don't know who this man is, but I know something bad is going to happen. He's close now, and has stopped walking.

"Will you help me, Scarlett?"

I swallow, boy it does nothing to get rid of the lump in my throat. I can't agree with him, but I can't disagree with him either. "It depends." I just about manage to get the words out without my voice cracking or bursting into tears.

He chuckles. "Just like your mother." He takes a step closer and I take a step back. I don't dare take my eyes of the man in front of me, but I know for sure im standing right on the edge of the ruth now. One wrong move and I'd be falling to my death...

He takes another step closer, and for once, I can't stand being this close to my father. The instinct to take a step back is there, but I know I can't.

"If you were to die, what do you think would happen?"

His voice is a whisper and I don't know whether I should give my wi personal opinion or make something up to please him. "I think the Hell's would hunt whoever killed me down and make them pay." My voice a whisper too, afraid if I make it any higher he'd hear how afraid I was.

He nods. "I raised you well. Yes, your right, that would probably be the first action the Hell's would take." He looks like he's about to take a step back but leans forward instead. "But... what if it was an accident? What if the future queen of hell wrote a suicide note about how she was so depressed she had to end her own life by jumping off a building? They'd have no one to blame for the death of the princess except from her..."

There isn't anything else I can do except from pray. I would pray to God, but I'm not even sure if he exists anymore, so I pray to Fate. I pray my hardest, I pray and I pray, hoping for Asher to come, for anyone to come and save me. I pray that death isn't my fate that was written in the stars.

In one second I was standing on the edge of the ruth and in the other second, I was falling off it.

My breathing is ragged as I hold onto the ledge with all I've got. I'm lucky I even caught it.

I look up trying not to look down, and find my dad – no, he's not my dad: he's a stranger – looking down at me. He doesn't have the arrow in his hand which is a small relief, but a small water bottle.

He smiles down at me like we're old friends and takes a drink of the water. "Do you want some?" The smile is still on his face like this is the most normal situation ever.

He then pours it over my head, some going in my mouth and the rest of the contents over my hands, wetting them. I let out a sound in between chocking and gagging as I try my hardest not to let go of the ledge.

"Pl—" I go to beg but I stop myself. I will not show him how desperate I am.

"This is for the best, Scarlett. You're doing very well, just let go and it'll all be over." He coos. He's talking to me like he did when I was younger, like he needs to speak slowly for me to understand. Maybe he does, I can barely think anything rational.

He's stopped smiling and went straight to full blown grinning like this is the best moment of his life. Like watching his only daughter struggle for her life was his last birthday wish. Maybe it was.

I can't help but scream as one of my hands drop. I'm sweating now which is not helping slow the process down. "Someone help!" I can't help the two words from coming out of my mouth either. It's a natural survival instinct.

"No one can hear you."

I'm sobbing now, because he's right, no one can. The only thing I can do is let go tong the ledge. But that would be like surrendering like I'm letting this demented stranger win. His foot moves and he stands on my hand, grinding his foot down.

Then his foot is gone and so is he. I don't know where he's gone and I don't care. I feel like closing my eyes and going to sleep, but if I do that, I'll fall for certain.

My eyesight is blurry, from the tears, the water or the fact that I feel like fainting, I'm not sure.

I see a figure looking over the ledge. I don't think it is the stranger that I once called my father but I can't see the person properly to tell. It might be an angel, ready to take me away to heaven... or hell.

The figure extends his arms and puts his hands under my armpits as if I am a small child and picks me up. I wish I know what happens next but I don't because sleep is overtaking me and so I let it, with one thought in mind.

There was never a decision to make. No matter what I said or thought, I always knew subconsciously what my description would be, what I would choose. I would of chose where my heart is. With Asher.

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Ugh, I feel so sick but I updated anyway!

I actually love this chapter. Who do you think helped Scarlett?