The Unexpected

Chapter 16

Scarlett’s POV:

I collapsed in a heap beside Mesut on the bed as soon as I had gotten myself out of my original clothes and into some much more comfortable ones once arriving back from my brother’s football match not all that long ago. A football match that I just happened to not want to have to attend but seeing as I no longer live in the same country as my family I chose to do the nice thing for a chance and spend as much time possible with them – even if they are all being absolute idiots towards me at the moment. And by ‘all’ I mean my mother and father, not my brother. So really I cannot put the blame onto him for their way of acting, can I? No, that just would not be fair on him by any means. We may not see eye to eye the majority of the time but at the end of the day whether I like it or not he is my brother and as much as we argue with another I do and always will love him. That is just how a brother and sister relationship works most of the time. I am just glad that I have Mesut here with me throughout my visit back to Wales as I am positive that if I was to have come on my own then I would have gone insane already with their constant snidey little comments that get thrown back and fourth toward me day in and day out.

Tired is an understatement as to how I was feeling at this exact point. After the night I had experienced last night with consuming as much alcohol as possible to rid of the angry thoughts that my father had put into my head after our very strong disagreement over my outfit choice at the meal I was supposed to attend until the end – but of course never did – I just wanted to say in bed and sleep through the entire day. Being as far away from that man, my father, as deemed possible and to my unexpected stroke of luck we have not uttered even the slightest of words to one another since the second episode to the disagreement earlier on this morning. But no, as per usual it is still impossible for me to even attempt in sleeping in when staying in this house. There is and most probably always will be something to stop me in doing so, whether it is my mother making as much noise possible when cleaning around the house or just the simple fact that neither of my parents will even allow me to do so. I mean, I am an adult now and whether or not I am to be under my parent’s roof I surely should be entitled to a longer sleeping pattern, right? And his is all still happening when I no longer live in this house. I guess that no matter how much time flies by some things will just never ever change in this family.

Letting out a breathy sigh of relief I grumbled into the sheets of the bed as my face hit them, stretching out across it to the point that I was now unaware of Mesut’s presence beside me. Up until the moment that I felt my hand slam into the rock hard chest that he possesses of course, bringing me as far away possible from my sweet haven of being in bed and back to normality to face him. A big smirk plastered across his lips as he saw the expression I was portraying; tired and pissed off to be exact.

“Someone looks tired.” Mesut pointed out, stating the obvious as per usual. Smiling as he looked directly at me, catching my gaze whilst pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear as it had fallen from the messy bun on the top of my head.

But as he spoke those words my expressions never faltered and if anything they only increased, becoming even more evident upon my face than before. All I wanted to do was sleep for days on end. But as I previously explained that of course isn’t to happen. So I groaned. Groaned and sat up with my back against the many pillows of the bed as I faced Mesut. “Well you’re correct. This somebody is tired and very tired at that.” I responded with to his idiot words, keeping the very same tired and pissed off look to my face as I uttered those words. “All I want to do is sleep Mesut, sleep and nothing more than that. Is that really too much to ask for, really?”

He seemed a little taken back by my somewhat dry tone of voice that I had used. To the point where he was now sitting back and had his eyebrows furrowed at me. Trust me, I did not mean to respond in such a way but when you are still hungover from the night before and experiencing a severe lack of sleep, it is pretty hard not to be grumpy. “Well if you’re that tired then why don’t you just sleep then? Just go to sleep and when you wake you won’t be this grouchy and touchy sort of Scarlett.” He laughed. But from the way I was looking at him – giving off daggers to his direction – I was no finding this even remotely funny in the slightest, the complete opposite.