Fear Can Break ↠ Liam Dunbar [Book 2]

✧Pretty Little Liar✧

Chapter 15 ✧Pretty Little Liar✧ 

Scott paced back and forth through my room for what had to be the hundredth time. He and some of the others had decided to pay Eichen House a visit after they recognized a name in the book Malia found as one of its residents. I was not a part of this visit, which I was completely okay with. 

"Are you sure you're okay with me leaving?" Scott asked once again, shooting me a concerned look. 

I tried to smile at him, but anymore the task of smiling had before increasingly harder. "I'm positive. I'm only going to be home alone for a couple of hours before your mom gets off her shift. This gives me well needed alone time to write my essay for English." 

Scott didn't seem to be convinced yet. "Still... with everything that's going on with the dread doctors and all, maybe you could invite Liam or Mason to come over for a while." 

"Fine, I can do that," I nodded, knowing that would be the easiest way to stop Scott's worries. 

"Alright, thank you." Scott rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I know I worry about you a lot, and I'm sorry about that. You're not just a girl who a friend of mine asked me to watch over anymore, Charlotte. You're my little sister and I love you." 

This time I didn't have to try to force a smile. "I know, Scott. But you still don't have to worry about me so much."

"Yes, I do," Scott stated. "I'm supposed to take care of you, you know? I mean you're a human in a supernatural world. That means that it's extra dangerous for you, and I have to make sure you don't get hurt." 

And just like that my smile began to fade. Human, was that really a word that could be used to describe me anymore? And what I felt was just as concerning, was that the reason why everyone tried so hard to keep me with them? Because they thought that I was a fragile little girl that might break when she was off on her own? 

I already knew the answer to the latter question, I just didn't really want to accept it. I knew who I was, and what people thought of me. I guess I couldn't blame them, but that didn't mean I had to like it either. It sucks how much a person's past can define them, not because you want it to, but just because everyone else seems to know about it. 

Scott's phone buzzed in his hand, and he looked down to read the message. With a sigh he started heading towards the door. 

"I have to go," He explained. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?" 

I nodded slowly, lifting my hand up to give Scott a half-hearted wave before watching him walk out the door. Trying not to feel too let down, I pushed away all the thoughts that were flowing through my mind. That wasn't quite working so instead I began playing some music, hoping maybe a melody could drown out my worries. 

In no time at all I had papers scattered across my bed, Scott's laptop on top of them all as I wrote my essay. As interesting as writing about the significance of symbolism in The Scarlet Letter was, I could hardly get through the introduction paragraph before wanting to give up. Even though I had taken more then enough notes throughout reading the book, my heart just didn't feel like it was in it.