The doctor leaves and Vivian couldn't help, throw aside the comforter and rush towards a mirror in the corner.

The throbbing in her head, no longer bothering her.
As a new fear has shaken her insides.

Her eyes widen as she stared at herself.

Her fingers trembling as they traced her reflection in the mirror.

The scar

It was looking like new, raw and visible without any veils of foundation.
She couldn't stop the tears, that leave her eyes.

Closing them, she couldn't hide it any longer now.

"The doctor's...they had to clean your face to clean the blood trails."

She hears his voice from behind and her fists clench in front of her.
Not daring to look at him to meet his eye.

Her mind too numb to interpret anything.And her legs struggling to stand...it seems the effect of anaesthesia has still not worn off completely.

Before she could fall back, a strong grip on her waist from behind steadied her.
The cologne telling her it was Ethan that held her.

"It's fine. I got you."

His hands were interlocked in front of her waist. And he held them.

"Ethan... please. Just leave me alone."

He doesn't say anything. Instead placing his chin on her shoulder.
He whispers while staring at their reflection in the mirror.

"When were you going to tell me Vivian?"

She opens her eyes, to have her green eyes lock with his brown ones in the mirror.

Her grip on his hand tightening.

"Or were you planning on hiding it forever?"

She lowers her eyes, not willing to answer. To only have  him turn her around and hold her face in his palms.

"Vivian? Tell me."

He says softly. His touch gentle like she may break under it.

"What was the use Ethan. You would still hate me. Wouldn't you?

His expression changes ,her words hurting him like he never thought they would.

"You will still hate me and even consider me ugly."

"No Viv-"

"No Ethan instead you should be happy...you should be happy that I got back what I gave. You should be happy that I was punished!"

She pushes him back, with the little strength left in her body. But he refuses to let go, holding her tightly from behind.

Sniffing her hair, her fragrance soothing his chaotic mind.

"Ethan."

She says sternly ,to only have his grip tighten on her instead. She sighs, clenching her fists.

"Is it from that night?"

He asks and she knew this was coming.

"Not now Ethan..."

"Please."

He pleads and she finally answers.

"Yes"

Was all she could said. Making him move her hair to a side and his breath to hit her shoulder.

"Is this why you refused to shoot ?"

"Yes"

She again says,to have him kiss her shoulder this time. She hated how his kisses were calming her and replacing her emotions so easily.
She hated how her body still longer for his touch.

"Is this why you gave up on your dream ?"

His questions were fuc*ing with her emotions. She felt imprisoned and vulnerable.
She felt being judged and inferior.

"I had to."

Staying like that , inhaling her fragrance , his next question made her body to freeze.
His nose moving along her jaw,as he asks her.

"Is this why you pushed her from that cliff that night?"

She stills,a shiver running down her spine.
What...what was he saying?

"You got it while fighting with her right? She scarred your beautiful face and you decided to kill her?"

Is this what he thought of her?
How can he reach at this conclusion....why was he so sure of her pushing Sophie that night .

He suddenly lets her go leaving his grip on her.

"I would say I am sorry for your fate. But maybe you deserved it Vivian."

He says surprising her, she turns around to look at him in shock. To see a man who stares back at her emotionlessly.

"I tried...I tried trusting you. Thinking I was wrong to blame you... maybe you didn't kill her...but each and every truth you unveil."

"Says only one thing."

She moves her head in s no, telling him to not continue. But he does, taking no pity at her.

"That you have murdered her."

The throbbing in her head was worsening....no ..she didn't.
Is this really how she got the scar?

"How...how can you blame..me without a proof...you have no evidence Ethan! Nothing!"

He scoffs, shaking his head and looking at her in disbelief.
While she sits down on the bed, holding her head.

"Proof? You ask for proof? Leave it Vivian...you don't have to guts to see it."

She clenches the bedsheets in her hand. Her voice coming out firm.

"I want to see it "

He runs his hands, through his hair. Looking at her already sulken and broken self.

Can she hear the full truth without breaking?

Can she live with it?

Should he break her completely?

"Show me dammit!"

She screams and he takes out his phone from his pockets. Pressing on some tabs, he starts a vedio and throws the cell on the bed beside her.

"Fine. See it then."

Her trembling fingers, pick up the phone. It was just  12 seconds long.

"Vivian no .. please!"

"Please no!"

Sophie's cries enters her ears as she looks at the screen. She was there standing in front of her, begging her.

But her footsteps don't stop, it was her only.
The camera showed her side face...her clothes were the same she wore to the party that night.

And the look in her eyes.... Vivian didn't recognised herself.
She looked so broken so cold.

So emotionless.

I...am sorry

Was all Vivian said and Soph's eyes widen. In the very next second, Vivian places her palms on Soph's chest and pusher her back with force.

Making the girl to scream and fall back down the cliff into the depths of unknown.

The phone shakes in Vivian's grip, her eyes tearing up.
No....is it true then?

Was she fooling herself all her life? She did killed Soph....was Ethan right to hate her.

Did she deserved all this.

"You were drunk that night...you were not in your senses....you hurted Soph because I left you because of her....you wanted her out of our life."

"You guys had a fight....you hurted her first..then she hurted you and maybe gave you this scar....you wanted revenge....so you pushed her."

Tears well her eyes....is it true?
Her hands shaking...as she stared at the recording in her hands.
Did her hands do this....are these a murderers hands?

"There is no other logical reason Vivian.....the witnesses..2 by standers.. said they saw you push her.....this vedio shows it....what other proof do you need!"

"Yet after everything....when I saw you that day in my office...you looked so broken."

"I hated you for killing Soph ....I still hate you so much dammit but I can't loose you like I lost her!"

She looks up at him...he looked like a broken man. But even more than that confused and helpless.

"I can't....I just can't see you broken like me Vivian"

"We all do mistakes Vivian....some in our senses and some in our fit of anger."

"But what matters is that we admit them and repent them."

He crouches at her level, his voice softening.

"Admit your mistake Vivian and move forward in life."

Her teary eyes met his brown ones, her vision blurring.
Another sob leaves her lips.

"Sophie would want that too."

Before she could ponder on his words, a sharp pull is felt on her hands.
And next she knows, the phone is pulled from her fingers to be smashed against the wall.

Their widened eyes met the intruders, to Elijah standing there fuming in anger.

Moving towards Ethan, he grabs Ethan's collar, and slams him on the wall behind.
Making breath to get knocked out of his chest.

"What the f-"

He couldn't complete as Elijah, slams his fist on Ethan's face. Making blood to stop from the corner if his lip.

"Stop making her believe your shit! You asshole!"

" She didn't kill her!!!!!"

Elijah was seeing red, he continues to punch him to only have Ethan have enough of it already.
Turning the tables, he tackles Elijah to the ground.

Throwing punches at him aswell.

"Stay the hell away from our life you bastard! "

"You have ruined everything I had in my life!"

"First you use my Soph and then you play with Vivian! I am going to kill you! You piece of shit!"

Elijah hits his leg on Ethan's torso, making him fall back.
Vivian tries to interrupt, with neither of them listening to her.

"Pl ...ease ....stop..."

No one listens to her, instead they continue fighting like cave men.

"Oh really I was the one who used them? Weren't you who fuc*** Vivian and then left her for your bitc* Sophie!"

"Weren't you who she still loved despite the hell you brought on her!"

Ethan stays still, letting him punch him to his hearts content.
Thinking he deserved it....he needed someone to put some sense into his bipolar and fuc*ed up self.

And he allowed Elijah to do it.

To punish him for the mistakes even he may have commited.

He didn't deserved to be the hero of this story.... maybe Elijah was right.
He should be the hero instead.

What did a shitty person like him do to be the hero?

He couldn't even save Soph...he could even save Vivian.

What does he know about love....what does he know about friendship.

His vision was going hazy...as he felt blood run down his temple...a throbbing pain hitting his head.
Elijah's angry eyes fixed on him, deady to punch him and give him the much needed darkness.

When he felt something...or rather someone slam on him... covering her body with his.

"Stop it Elijah! Stop it!"

She screams with tears running down her eyes. She was crying for him? But why? He wasn't the hero. He didn't deserved her.

She holds his bloody face in his palms, her beautiful green eyes the last thing he saw.
Before he surrendered to darkness.

.....................................................

"Where did he go?"

The man asks, finishing his food and leaning back on the chair.

His blue eyes, set on the guard who stood beside him.

"He...Sir...the girl. She was in danger. He went to her again."

The man clenches his fist, nearly pushing back his plate and getting up.
His calm features changing to fury in a matter of seconds.

"This stupid fool! How many times have I told him to stay away from that bastard's daughter. Yet he still doesn't listen to me!"

The guard lowers his head.

"It seems young master loves that girl Sir. He has loved her since last so many years."

The old man clenches his fist, nodding. He knew that...yet he will never let her be his daughter in law.
Not till he is alive atleast.

"How did he even get to know about her! Didn't I made sure that no one knows that she alive.Now again I have to do what I did all those years back."

"But Sir he loves her...he even had a chil-"

"Stop right there. Don't mention it ."

The man says pulling out a cigar and lighting it. All those years back, in the prison he got to know that the girl was pregnant.

He couldn't take the risk of the child being his Son's. So he did what had to be done to done, he got it killed by hiring a person.

He thought he was finally rid of her.

To only have her return like this.

"Why haven't the men done the work till now?"

"I am sorry boss. But her being the wife of Mr Lockwood now.... it's a much difficult task now."

He just hmmms , taking another puff of the cigar.

"I don't care. Get it done."

"And make sure my son doesn't get to know about this."

"Yes Sir."

And that's when he dismisses the person and gets up to look at the family picture in the photo frame.

His son and wife smile back at him

Those blue eyes of his son resembling his, yet the innocence in his nothing compared to the  coldness in his own.

His fingers trace his wife's photo and he can't help. Close his eyes.
Remembering her fragrance and touch.

The image of her laying dead in front of his eyes resurfacing.

And he hits his fist on the table, seething in vengeance.

"I will destroy you Edward Rogers....I will destroy you."
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.
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"And for that I will first destroy your daughter."