I just don't want to relive what I already lived, it just isn't fair to me!

~ Scarlett's POV ~

I dried my body correctly and dried my hair, as I put on my under clothes, I had forgotten I had injured my hand.

Alana had walked over to me with the first aid in her hand, she hand placed Neosporin on it before wrapping it with gauze.

She made sure it was tight and secure before allowing me to get dressed, I sighed and put on the outfit Jaden had laid out for me.

I was still worried about everything that would go on in the court, what would be revealed?

Jaden always had good sense of style when it came to me asking for help, I always gave him props for that.

I sat in front of my vanity and did my make up so I didn't look half dead, I didn't know what I would do with my hair.

"Alana, could you help me do my hair, please?"

I asked in a hushed tone, she smiled and placed her phone beside me as she grabbed the comb.

She made a middle line and had grabbed all of my hair gently, she took out my two bangs and placed the rest of my hair in a ponytail.

After that, she wrapped it around and then placed a clip on it.

I thanked her as I packed a small bag filled with essentials and whatnots, I didn't know what I might need.

I walked downstairs and saw my father in a nice suit, he hugged me tightly and rubbed my back as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

He wanted me to feel safe and secure but with I just couldn't feel just that yet, I walked over to my friends and hugged them.

As I got to Jaden, I hugged him tightly as if I would have vanished into thin air if I were to let go.

I looked at him and planted a soft kiss against his lips, pulling away slowly.

He smiled at me and held my hand, I sat down beside him as we waited for some time to pass by.

We ended up playing some games and watching some movies, although everyone else was distracted, I was not.

I couldn't stop thinking about the court, I wanted to have a chance against my mother and I knew that meant I had to bring out all memories.

I had to tug at the heart strings of the judge, I had to really sell it if I wanted to stay living here.

I got up from the couch and walked upstairs, I didn't want to be around anyone at the moment.

I just needed a breather before I lashed out at someone else, I didn't want another thinking I hated them because I didn't.

All of the pressure I feel like I'm under is crushing me and I don't know how to handle it, I'm not sure how anyone could handle it if I was honest.

As I sped walked back and forth in my bedroom, I heard a knock at the door.

Right now I really didn't need Jaden, I didn't respond at all in case if it were him.

But instead when I looked at who was coming in, it wasn't Jaden but my dad.

"We should talk about this now, I know how you're feeling."

My dad comforted as he grabbed my hands and walked me to my bed, we sat down and he looked at me as if he was trying to read my expression but he couldn't.

It was always liked that, my dad tries reading me like an open book but I shut him out before he could.

"How would you know what I'm feeling when I don't even know what I'm feeling."

I sighed as I pulled my hands away from his and stood back up, I didn't want to have a conversation right now nor did I even want think about the possible outcome.

But it's my father and he wasn't about to let me ignore my feelings, he stood up with me and looked at me.

"Just, scream, cry, do something but don't push your emotions down and pretend that everything's alright when it's not!"

My father pleaded with me, I knew how much it meant to him if I showed him how I felt but I was scared of my own emotions.

I didn't like my cries of outrage or my emotional breakdowns as it always harms me or others, it's the main reason I never wanted to experience anything other than happiness.

But as he looked at me in my eyes, begging me to speak to him and to let him in, I caved.

I just don't want to relive what I already lived! It just isn't fair to me!

I yelled, causing my father to flinch a bit but he never moved away from me.

Instead, he pulled my into a warm hug and embraced me.

I didn't know what I wanted at this moment, I wanted closure and to be comforted but also to be left alone and pretend this never happened.

As we parted, he grabbed my hand and took me downstairs.

It was time for us to go to the court and I was shaking, I just didn't want it to show yet.

As I said my goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend, I took a deep breath and reminded myself to stay calm and collected.

I was soon preparing myself emotionally and mentally for what is to come.

As we got into the car, my nerves were washed away finally, keeping me calm for the time being.

I put on my headphones and began to listen to some comfort music, I was ready to go to court.

I was ready to speak about the things that have happened to me.

But most importantly, I was ready to go against my mother.

To win against her and to make her feel as if she no longer has power over me.