{WARNING: mature content; sexual harassment, please don't read if you're uncomfortable with these sort of things}

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~T

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S C A R L E T T 💣

I was a mess after reading that letter. I couldn't stop crying. There were so many things my Dad didn't explain properly in that letter, but I guess he tried to keep it straight to the point. A hundred questions flooded my brain as I sobbed continuously, my noisy cries filling the air as I tried to think straight. I made goal at that moment. It was to try my hardest to be the assassin my father would've wanted me to be. To try my best to be some sort of help to this Organization, whether it was to make different kinds of serums to genetically modify the assassins, or kill people for billionaires who're too lazy to do their own dirty work. I will learn to live with the guilt; I will fight hard and pay no attention to the ones who will try to put me down. This is for you Dad. I'm doing this for you.

That letter changed me that night. For the better I guess. I grew numb and hard, I'd lash out at anyone who'd mention my father, and I'd always argue and talk back to the seniors. I wasn't what you'd say emotionless, I just didn't cry that much anymore, I had finally learnt how to stop crying every time my father mentioned, instead I'd just grow really quiet. If someone says something bad about him, which rarely happened, I'd snap at the person.

Even though I was acting like this cold empty person, I still had a soft spot for Dexter and Louis. I had also grown considerably close to Jade, it was nice to have a female companion after spending most of my life with males, y'know having only Spencer and my Dad for the majority of it. Jade was sweet and understanding, the polar opposite of Blaze. I don't understand how they even ended up together but I envied what they have. Blaze and I, instead of getting along we became enemies. We hated each other's guts. She'd torture me non-stop just for the sake of her hatred for me, and it fucking sucked. She knew every trick and way of getting under my skin, making me cry, and making me lose my temper. I have never felt such hatred for anybody before.

Moving on, even though we hated each other, we had to work together. She trained me well, I listened obediently and followed her instructions and in a couple of weeks I was ready to start training with firearms and learning all types of combat. Vlad has been considerably, well lets say nicer to me than he was earlier, only because I've been doing well and I haven't been acting like the scared nerdy wimpy girl I was when I came here, even though I still am like that on the inside. Damien's been good to me too, kind of like a protective brother, just like Dexter and Louis. Seth is still that mysteriously good-looking cocky perv who wants to get into my pants. Natalie is still a bitch, and Blake and I are now friends although he wants us to be more than that.

Harry, I haven't really talked to him for a while. Ever since the day I read the letter, I started focusing more on training, ignoring everybody around me. I guess it's helpful because I don't need any distractions right now, and Harry seemed to get the message too. He didn't really avoid me, he just stayed out of my way, and there were times we exchanged a few words but other than that we hardly had a proper conversation. It was like we started all over again, all those intimate moments and that whole elevator drama we had, had all simply vanished like it never happened before. Frankly I didn't really care. He was messing with my head way too much and I feared something terrible would've happened if we continued what we had, which was actually nothing.

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"Hey yo Lettie! Come do some shots!" Dexter yelled at me over the blaring music. I unconsciously tugged at my dress, making my way towards Dexter who was seated on a bar stool with Jade and Louis on either side of him.

Right now we were at the celebration for the initiates who had just completed the course. I, of course wasn't one of the initiates as I was following a different course designed specifically for me, a more fast-paced course. The so-called 'Graduation Ceremony' had just finished and now everybody was getting pissed drunk and wasted right now. There was a small bar/club in The Organization used for celebrations like this; it's only opened on Celebration days or maybe if it's one of the Senior's birthdays. Other than that it's always closed because we don't need people being drunk everybody when being under the influence of alcohol is considered as being vulnerable.

The music was so loud that it made my skin tingle and my lungs feel like mush. The bass thumped in time with my heartbeat as though they were one, filling me from head to toe with music. I stumbled into a sweaty drunken body, causing my nose to scrunch up at the wretched stench that filled my nostrils. I shoved the person aside before struggling to make my way towards my friends in these ridiculously tall heels Jade made me wear.

Last week Jade managed to convince Vlad to take me out to the city, simply to buy new clothes and other necessities. I thought we were still in California but apparently that car ride had gone on for longer than I thought. We are in fucking Nevada. I've only been to Nevada a couple of times with Spencer for my 21st birthday, we spent the trip partying and gambling, which I was surprisingly good at, and most of all: making meth. We got some good sales in Nevada; consumers there weren't as threatening or as scary as the ones in California. Oh god I miss cooking meth with Spencer.

"You look hot babe," a deep voice murmured into my ear, making my thoughts vanish in an instant. I rolled my eyes and shoved the male's chest slightly, causing him to look at me with a smirk on his face. "Come on Scarly," Blake chuckled darkly, roping his arm around my waist. I scowled at the nickname he called me; he's been calling me that for a while now. "At least dance with me," he said, pulling me towards the dance floor.

"Blake I don't dance," I muttered, trying to hide the blush that crept up my neck as he pulled me against him, his front up against my back.

"It's not that hard baby," he mumbled into my ear, his teeth tugged on my ear lobe gently causing me to whimper. Blake has been trying desperately to get out of the 'friend zone' with me. "Loosen' up doll." His large hands gripped my hips, trying to make my body move against his. Anger boiled in my veins as I quickly grabbed his hands ripped them off of me. I turned around and shoved his chest hard, shooting him an ominous glare before I left the dance floor.

I made my way out of the club, dodging past wasted people while I tried to walk fast and away from Blake. But I knew he was following me. He yelled at me to stop and I did, causing him to bump into me.

"What do you want from me Blake? Do you want us to be more than friends? Or do you just want to get into my pants?" I asked him, my tone loud with exasperation in it. I was tired of all the mixed signals he was sending me, sometimes I thought he actually cared for me but he proved that wrong plenty of times whenever I caught him flirting with some random chick.

"Fuck no I would never do that to you Scarlett," he scowled at me, his electric blue eyes narrowing themselves at me.

"You sure? Because it sure seemed like it a minute ago," I shot back, my eyebrows shooting up in a questioning glare. "I thought you cared about me Blake," I muttered quietly, averting my gaze all of a sudden. I really liked Blake, he can be really sweet and funny at times, and if it wasn't for his flirty nature and tendency to fuck anything with legs; I would've fallen for him by now.

"I do Scarlett I really do," he whispered all of a sudden, a vulnerable look flashed across his face quickly before disappearing. He walked towards me and cupped my face with his hands, his big blue eyes gazing at me intently as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "I care about you so much baby. I just get really horny when I'm drunk," he chuckled quietly, his gaze travelling down to my lips.

Before I know it, he's already pressing them against mine. What I thought started out as a sweet and innocent kiss turned hungry and malicious, it was only seconds later he started shoving his tongue down my throat and groping me everywhere. A gasp flew out my lips when I felt his hand touch me through my lacey thong between my legs. I ripped my lips away from his before delivering a harsh slap to his cheek, causing his face to whip to the side by the force of it. I shot him a vexed glare before making my way back to the bar, cursing under my breath multiple times.

He's such a fucking prick! I continued muttering incoherent words along with his name quietly as I made my way towards the bar. I sat on a stool and sighed quietly, adjusting my dress. Why the hell did I even allow Jade to dress me up tonight? She insisted I wear this dress she practically forced me to buy in Nevada. It was this black and white printed tight dress, which was sleeveless and ended up till mid-thigh. I liked it because it hugged my body in the right way, plus whenever I wear something sexy I feel confident. She told me it showed off my tanned long legs and it made my butt stand out. Thank God she let me do my own makeup, I decided to keep it light since I didn't really like heavy dark makeup.

"Need a drink?" a voice brought my out of my thoughts, causing me to look up at a pair of hazel eyes.

"No thanks," I smiled at the kind bartender as he simply nodded and moved away to another customer. I spun around on my bar stool, keeping my knee crossed over the other as I stared out into the dance floor.

My attention was suddenly drawn to a pair of mesmerizing green eyes burning into mine from across the hazy humid room. Harry. He stood on the other side of the room, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the arm of a couch. I spotted Damien and Seth with him, chatting amongst each other as he watched me. I arched a brow at him, the corner of my lips rising slightly as he smirked back at me before someone stepped into my line of vision.

"Lil' Bitch!" Blaze greeted me, causing my expression to harden.

"Yes Blaze?" I responded, my voice slightly on edge. She chuckled lightly, holding two drinks in her hand as she threw her head back laughing.

"You seriously need to loosen up Lil' Bitch," she told me, nudging my side with her sharp elbow. I winced slightly, scowling at her before my gaze travelled to the two drinks in her hand. "Here have it," she said, thrusting the cup forward and into my hands. I started to refuse, giving her the cup back. "Live a little. One drink won't hurt," she gave me a small frown before she left, leaving me with this weird drink in hand.

I let out a groan of annoyance as I stared at the drink in my hand; I tilted my cup slightly to peer at the substance inside it. It was sort of exotic drink I didn't know the name of, it was heavily fruity-scented with a hint of alcohol. I guess one drink can't hurt. I cautiously lifted the cup to my lips, sipping a bit of it before wincing at the sour taste. It tasted very citrusy with a lot of vodka in it, and it tasted surprisingly delicious. I continued taking more and more sips of the unfamiliar drink as I sat there. In no time the drink was finished, I didn't feel like having another one because frankly this drink was starting to make me feel a bit weird.

A low groan left my lips as I got down from my stool, stumbling a little as I set the cup down. My hand rose to my head, clutching it as I made my way towards the exit shakily. My eyes swiveled towards the back of my head in a distressed sense of a headache. Suddenly everything was blurry, my head was spinning, and no control over my own body as I staggered into an empty hallway and leaned against the wall. My breath came out heavy and ragged as I tried to get a sense of what was going on. I was struggling to keep my eyes open as my kneed suddenly buckled.

Before my butt could hit the floor I felt arms wrap around my torso, holding me up. My eyes opened slightly to peer at this stranger who was holding me up, my heart dropping to my stomach when I recognized the stranger. Seth.

"Hey Scarlett," he murmured quietly, a devious smirk forming on his lips as I gripped his biceps to steady myself.

"Seth," I muttered in slight confusion. A gasp flew out of my lips when I felt his lips on my neck. "Seth, no" I mumbled weakly, groaning once again at the headache rather than the hickeys he was giving me.

"Come on Scarlett, let's just have some fun," he smirked against my neck, his hands now wandering around my body. Why does everyone want to have fun? I whimpered when he squeezed my bum roughly with his big hands, causing me to try and shove him away. But I had difficulty moving my limbs normally, it was like my body was sleeping but my mind was still slightly conscious.

"No Seth," I spoke in a firm tone, this time building up enough strength to shove him away. I let out a cry of pain when I felt a sharp sting across my cheek; he just slapped me.

"Listen to me you little slut, you're gonna keep your mouth shut for me okay?" he whispered harshly into my ear as he held both of my wrists above my head with one hand. His other hand gripped my chin tightly, causing tears to slide down my cheeks. "I just want to make you feel good baby," he murmured, his hand sliding down from my face to grasp my breast.

"Please, no," I cried weakly as his hand dipped into the front of my dress, feeling my bare breast. "Help!" I cried out loud before I felt another slap get delivered to my cheek.

"Shut the fuck up!" he snarled at me, pulling my dress up to slip his hand into my panties. Another audible wail left my lips when I felt him drag his fingers firmly up my sensitive core. "Already wet for me eh? You dirty little slut," he snickered dirtily, stroking my clit a couple of times. I hate that I have such a sensitive body. "I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast until you don't remember your own name," he growled into my ear, inserting two fingers at once causing me to cry out loudly.

I glanced around the hallway in desperation, hoping there'd be someone who'd see what was happening write now. I was being sexually harassed right now and most probably going to be raped. Holy shit I'm going to be raped. Why does everything bad happen to me? I felt panic flood me as I started to sob wildly while Seth continuously rammed his long fingers into me, causing pain to shoot up my body multiple times.

Suddenly my breathing shortened, making me gasp loudly, struggling to take in a proper breath. My chest was hurting immensely; it has heaving violently. My ribcage felt like it was about to break apart from the force of my heart beating against it. A panic attack. I was having a fucking panic attack. That was good I guess since I could use my supernatural powers to kick Seth's ass, but the problem was my powers weren't actually working. Normally I'd feel them approaching or something like that, this time I felt nothing other than absolute panic and fear.

"You like that huh?" he asked me, mistaking my groan of pain for a groan of pleasure. Suddenly he added another digit, causing me to cry out loud once again before gasping loudly for air. "I just wanna-" whatever he was just about to say was cut off by an angry yell from a familiar person.

"Get the fuck, away from her," Harry growled, sending daggers towards Seth. Never in my life have I ever been so happy to see Harry.

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~T