Aw baby Scarlett is so cute🙀

Movie 🎥The Expendables 2

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~T

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S C A R L E T T 💣

My eyes scanned her skimpy outfit warily as I stood in the corner next to the other person I still didn't look at. Her low-cut tank top made her cleavage visible for everyone as her yoga pants, which was made of thin black material, made her bum stand out.

She glanced at my way, a smirk forming at her heart-shaped lips once she recognised me. She leaned more into Harry, pressing her body flush against his as her hand rose up to lace her fingers with his hand that was hanging off her shoulder.

He glanced at her with slight confusion, almost about to detach his hand from hers before his eyes glimpsed at where I was standing. A confused frown unintentionally appeared on my face when his hand slid down from her shoulder and ended on her hip. A victorious smile grew on Natalie's face at his action, she causally placed her hand on his chest as she leaned against his body.

I felt my blood boil when Natalie sneakily placed a kiss on Harry's jaw, making his hand drop to squeeze her ass. Where they trying to do this to make me jealous? Well it wasn't working. At least not entirely, I felt somewhat angry at Harry rather than Natalie. She thinks I want Harry for him and his body, what she doesn't understand is that he wants me too but he can't have me and I can't have him. It's not that he doesn't want me, but he sure as heck does. That kiss at the pool and in the kitchen and in that alleyway told me so.

I was angry at Harry because I was confused as to why is he trying to make me jealous? Is it because I can't have him so he's torturing me by being with another girl, who's a thousand times prettier and more experienced that me? That sounds like it.

I was ripped away from my thoughts when I felt a strong arm wrap around my shoulder and pull me against a firm body. My eyes darted up to meet a pair of sky blue eyes. Blake. I shot him a confused look, my eyes flirting to his arm around me before back to his eyes with my brows furrowed. He leaned down and placed his lips next to my ear, brushing them against it lightly before he whispered to me.

"Just play along" he mumbled, arching an eyebrow at me, asking silently if I understood what he meant. Then it dawned upon me. I nodded and relaxed my body, my eyes locking with Blake's as he leaned down once again, allowing his lips to brush against my jaw.

I exhaled softly at the feeling of the action, my hand raising up to grip his t-shirt as he let his soft lips pepper small kisses along my jaw before ending up at the hinge of my jaw.

"Damn you're so sexy Scarlett," he murmured into my ear, making me frown inwardly. Was that supposed to turn me on?

My eyes landed on Louis and Dexter who were right in front of the elevator doors, they were busy talking to each other to notice what was going on behind them. Good because I don't want to explain my childish plans to make someone who I missed three times, jealous.

My eyes then darted to Harry and Natalie. Harry's green eyes were focused on me now, his eyes brows lowered and his pink lips pressed into a straight line. A small smirk made its way to my lips as his hand moved up from Natalie's bum and stayed in her lower back. Natalie glanced up at him in slight confusion before glimpsing at me with a frown on her face.

I quickly looked away and bit my lip to conceal that gasp that threatened to escape my lips when Blake suddenly grabbed my ass. I tried to give him a warning glare but he wasn't even looking at me because he was too busy sucking on my neck.

"You know you should do something too," he murmured into my ear as his fingers sneakily dipped under my shirt, his cold fingers brushing my warm skin lightly. I wanted to tell him that this was all getting a bit too carried away but my breath got caught in my throat when I saw Harry's hand slid into Natalie's yoga pants.

My eyes instantly darted to the ground as I heard Natalie moan quietly. What the fuck? I'm so done with this shit.Suddenly the elevator stopped and the doors sprung open, I quickly untangled myself from Blake and stood a distance away from him just as Louis and Dexter spun around to face me. Dexter glanced at Blake suspiciously before a smile took his face when he turned to me.

"We'll see you tomorrow Scarlett," he waved at me, Louis doing the same and saying goodbye before they both exited the elevator. Now it was just Blake, Harry, Natalie and I left in the elevator. I didn't want to play the 'game' anymore so I just stood away from Blake, keeping my gaze on the ground as Harry and Natalie continued to mess around.

"Why are they trying to make you jealous?" I heard Blake mutter lowly into my ear, glancing at the annoying couple before looking back at me.

"I don't know," I muttered, biting my cheek as I raised my gaze to meet his.

"Are you okay though?" he asked me quietly, gazing at me with concerned eyes. His worry for me made me feel slightly better.

"I'm fine. They're just being shitheads," I gave him a small smile before Natalie spoke up loudly, making my heart freeze.

"We heard that!" she said, as I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. "Look I don't know what you're problem is but-" she began to rant before Blake interrupted her rudely.

"Natalie leave her alone will you?" he spoke to her firmly, pulling his brows low as he glared at her. His words surprised me slightly but also made me feel instantly grateful for them. I get all nervy and anxious when people hear what they're not supposed to hear something I say about them.

"I wasn't talking to you dickhead," she snapped at Blake with an angry expression taking over her features. My eyes darted to Harry's who watched this petty fight in amusement.

"You had a lot to say to me last night in my bedroom!" he shot back, making her jaw drop as well as mine. Well then...Shit just got real. I felt sort of bad for her as I watched her stand there with bright red cheeks and an expression of humiliation took over her face while Blake smirked at her. "God you are such a slutty bitch," he spat at her, his face contorting in anger and hurt.

"Hey!" I said loudly with a cross frown on my face, causing Blake and Natalie to look at me in confusion. "Look I don't care about whatever she did to you that made you so angry, but you have no right to call her a "slutty bitch". It's degrading and just plain rude," I spoke firmly, trying to keep my temper in control. I absolutely hated slut shaming with a passion. "You better watch your mouth or else-"

Suddenly the doors of the elevator flew open again, causing the heavy cloud of tension that had settled upon us, to lift up. I glanced at the screen above and realized it was the floor where Blaze's apartment was situated. I shot Blake another glare before angrily stepping out and walking towards the apartment.

"Scarlett wait up!" Harry called out from behind me, causing me to halt in my steps, just in front of my apartment door.

"What?" I asked loudly, arching a brow as I folded my arms over my chest.

"Calm down Hulk," he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. I just rolled my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Why did you do that?" he asked me quietly.

"Do what?"

"Defend Natalie. You had no reason to do so," he said to me, gazing at me with curiosity.

"You're right I didn't. But I defended her anyways. I'm a feminist and I hate slut shaming," I shrugged as I dug my hands into my pockets for the key to the apartment. Once my fingers closed around the small metal, I pulled it out and jammed it into the keyhole. "Night," I said harshly, before I let out a groan of annoyance and frustration as the door refused to be unlocked. I was about to start kicking the door before I felt someone place his or her hand on my shoulder.

"Let me," Harry said, taking the key from my hands. I moved aside and stood next to him with my arms folded over my chest, watching him as he tried to unlock the door. Surprisingly, it unlocked when he tried it out. He smirked at me as I grabbed the keys from his hand and went inside in the apartment, shooting his smug face a glare before slamming the door at his face.

A quiet tired sigh left my lips as I gazed around the empty living room. Blaze must still be out, which is good because that means I can shower again. I quickly gathered my nightclothes from my duffel bag and grabbed my toothbrush before making my way towards the bathroom. After a quick shower and a brush of my teeth, I settled down comfortably on the couch, leaving just the lamp on small table next to me on.

I spent the next few minutes going through the things I had brought with me from home. My eyes landed on the photo album, which was tucked away under a pile of clothes in the duffel bag. My hands pulled it out of the bag and I set it down on my lap, my fingers tracing the sides of the leather bound book as I sighed quietly. I was scared to open the album, afraid I'd turn into a sobbing mess once I look at the pictures and reminisce all the good times with my family. I was technically an orphan now, and that sucks.

I inhaled deeply, keeping the breath in as I slowly opened the book. The first few pages were of my baby pictures. A smile itched its way to my lips as I gazed at fetus me on the page. I exhaled quietly when my eyes landed on one particular baby picture of my Dad and I. He was standing there, his torso bare as he held a sleeping little me to his chest, smiling cheekily at the camera. A few tears escaped my eyes as I pulled the picture from under the plastic to stare at it more clearly. My throat tightened as my eyes screwed shut, my hands clutching the picture to my chest as I began to sob quietly.

The pain hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. I cried until there was nothing left inside but a raw emptiness that nibbled at my insides like a hungry rat. My brown eyes were red and puffy now; they hung heavy in my sockets. My cheeks were wet and mottled, my lips was quivering uncontrollably as small whimpers left them. My chest was heaving up and down continuously as I tried to breathe, but all this pain and grief was suffocating me, making it hard for me to breathe properly.

Why did this have to happen to me? Why did my Dad have to kill people for a living? Because of this stupid job, he's dead and I have to continue his so called 'legacy'. God help me if I can't do it. They expect me to be as good as my Dad when he's probably had years of training. Why does it have to be me? This is the time I wish I had a sibling. Fuck my life.

I let out a frustrated raw groan as I scowled harshly at particularly nothing; I carefully put the photo back into the photo album and closed it shut. I was about to stuff it back into my duffel bag before I noticed something fall out. My brows automatically furrowed themselves when my eyes landed on a small white envelope lying on my lap. Keeping my eyes on the letter, I set the photo album down and picked up the envelope in my hands. This must be the letter Damien gave me when him and the others invaded my home. My fingers turned it over so the front of it faced me, my eyes widened when I read the familiar handwriting on it. One single word was written on it.

Scarlett.

My name was written in my father's handwriting, scrawled messily over the front of the pure white envelope. My heart thudded hard against my ribcage as I tugged my bottom lip, my nimble fingers cautiously tearing open the letter. I tilted it and out fell a small necklace along with a letter covered in my father's chaotic handwriting. My breath got caught in my throat as I slowly picked up the tiny gold necklace, gazing at the pendant, which was of two circles linked together in the middle, one was bigger than the other.

This was my mother's necklace. My father gave it to her when he first told her he loved her. This necklace was a strong symbol of love and compassion. How on earth did it end up in here? I carefully set the fragile thing down on the table right next to the lamp before I picked up the letter and started to read.

My sweet Scarlett

By the time you get to read this letter I'm most probably dead, or you probably just randomly found this letter while rummaging through my room or whatever. Anyways, I wrote this letter to explain a few things that are going to happen to you while I'm dead.

First of all I want to tell how you sorry I am. I'm sorry for leaving you like this, Star. I'm sorry for leaving you like this with no goodbye, no apologies for my mistakes and most of all without telling you all my secrets. I obviously expected to die at some point, since I'm definitely not a good person and I've got some enemies.

Now to reveal some secrets. Scarlett, your mother did not die in a car crash. She simply left us. I met your mother when we were both sent on a mission to kill some multi-billionaire; I instantly fell in love with her the moment I set my eyes on her. She's a very strong and beautiful woman Scarlett, just like you. I loved her so much, but when she got pregnant she refused to keep you. She wanted an abortion, I argued with her a lot and I guess I convinced her to keep you. When you were born, I can't help but say it, she was a horrible mother. She was so confused; she always threw tantrums whenever you started crying. Sometimes she'd totally forget about you. It was like I raised you on my own. This one time we fought, she said she was done. Done with you, done with me, done with the life of having a normal family. She wanted to go back to being an assassin, to killing people. I was shocked, apparently she fell out of love with me when you came into the picture. So we broke up, she faked her death so it'd be easier for you to understand, I know it's stupid but it's what she wanted. She went back to being an assassin and so did I, except I chose to live a normal life too, raising you. At this time nobody knew about you, your mother and I made a promise to keep you a secret, no matter what...

I stopped reading for a second, finding it hard to comprehend what I had just read. My mother's alive? So I still do have family left. But after reading about her, I didn't feel like I actually wanted to see her. She never loved me. She wanted to have an abortion. She left because she never loved me and she was just tired of taking care of me. What kind of a mother just leaves their kid like that!? Well mine is. I shook my head sadly, my eyes returning to the letter.

After a few months of the whole family drama, she turned out to be a spy from another organization similar to ours called, BlackArrow. I'm sorry honey for you not having a proper mother when you were little, but we did have some good memories and I am positive your mother loved you at some point.

Moving on, The Organization. As you should know now I have a reputation there and frankly I do not care if you do anything to ruin it or embrace it or whatever. All I care about is that you are part of it. I most likely have been murdered by an enemy from the numerous ones I have. They will not hesitate to find you and make your life a living hell even though I'm dead. The Organization is your safe haven, Scarlett. I know you would rather be a chemist or a world-renowned scientist but you have to do this Scarlett, for your own safety. I hate that my job literally had to ruin our lives but that's just how it is. I'm afraid there's nothing that can change that now, this is your new life, learn to adapt to it.

Know that you cannot trust anyone in this organization whatsoever. It may be your safe place and you may find friends there but you cannot trust anyone. You're living with criminals for god's sake. But there is only one person you can trust. Harry Styles.

My breath caught in my throat when he mentioned his name. Of course my Dad would tell me to trust Harry.

Harry's this great British shithead I trained ever since he was a three years old. I guess I got training from raising him when I raised you lol.

I brought my hand up to cover my mouth, stifling the laugh that rumbled through my chest at my Dad's words.

But he is incredibly loyal and trustworthy Scarlett. You can always ask him for help and you can definitely trust him, but do not get too close to him. He sleeps with anything that has legs.

This time I laughed out loud. Dad must've been talking about when Harry was a teenager. At least I think he was.

Anyways, do make me proud, Star. You may not be cut out for this assassin shit, but you most certainly can try. You are smart and you are strong, maybe not as much physically but definitely mentally. Don't give up, stay strong and don't go crazy. I'm serious Scarlett. Killing people can seriously mess up your mind. You gotta keep an open-mind about it and stay strong. Don't let the guilt screw you up. I wish I was alive so I could see you train, or maybe even train you myself. I'm so proud of you Scarlett. You've grown into a beautiful intelligent woman. I still remember the days where you'd whine about me watching UFC while Mythbusters would go on Discovery channel. Oh baby I'll miss you so much.

I love you with all my heart baby and I know you'll make me proud Scarlett Elizabeth Jones. I may be dead but I am still with you by spirit, Star.

I love you my little Star.

Love,

Dad

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My heart hurts for Scarlett 💔

I feel like the last chapter I wrote, along with this one, is so badly written. I'm so shit with writing about emotions fmllllllll. Since I wrote the chapter so badly, I made it longer. I'll probably be editing this later lol 😂

I love you guys to the fridge and back. Until we meet again...

~T