The car came to a halt in the heart of the downtown area.
As Eugene and Calvin stepped out, their eyes were immediately drawn to the massive screeni ahead. But instead of the apology video they’d been expecting, surveillance footage played instead.
The first clip showed them a prison. Sharon stood across from Scarlett, a smug grin spread across her face. Her voice was icy, thick with sarcasm.
what if 1 hit someone and drove off? All I had to do was shed a few tears and say I couldn’t face prison. Then Eugene and Calvin made sure you took the blame.
“They handed you over without a second thought. I heard they gave you five years, Scarlett. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure every day is like a nightmare for you.”
The scene shifted suddenly, exposing the brutal truth of Scarlett’s life behind bars. A group of vicious inmates surrounded her, unleashing blows with no hesitation.
Her cries of agony echoed through the cold, empty prison as blood poured from her forehead, staining her clothes a deep, crimson red.
“Help… Eugene… Calvin… Help me…
Calvin and Eugene stiffened, their faces draining of color. They gripped the hem of their shirts, their knuckles going white from the pressure. Their eyes widened in disbelief, consumed by a deep, aching sorrow.
They couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that this was what Scarlett had endured in prison for five long years.
The footage continued to play. The next clip was filmed in Scarlett’s room at the Swain residence, shortly after the news about Sharon’s plagiarism broke.
Eugene and Calvin had pushed Scarlett to release a video statement to clear things up, but she refused. That was when Sharon stepped in, offering to speak with Scarlett privately.
They still remembered that day vividly–the way the conversation between the two had quickly spiraled out of control, until Scarlett finally snapped, using a paring knife to hurt
Sharon.
But now, the surveillance footage told a different story.
It showed Sharon had staged the whole thing. She was the one who’d pushed Scarlett’s buttons, and she was the one who’d injured herself, framing Scarlett for what happened.
The third video was filmed inside a car.
Sharon had locked Scarlett in the vehicle, letting loose a flood of insults without holding back.
She even played a video of scarlett being heater prison, showing on sign of sympathy for the obvious pain it caused her.
Then, it played out just like before. Once again, aron twisted things to ensure ËME WOR be the one to take the fall.
After watching the videos, Calvin and Eugene stood frozen in place, as though time had stretched on forever. They gripped the hems of their shirts, their knurles turning whe while their eyes betrayed a searing blend of regre and pain.
They’d always believed Scarlett was the bully and the one unworthy of trust.
They couldn’t understand why Scarlett, who had already consumed so much of Sharon’s life, would still treat Sharon–who had only just returned to the Swains so harshly
Maybe it was because the underdog always seemed to tug at people’s heartstrings, and so, time after time, they ended up siding with Sharon
It never occurred to them that it was Sharon who had actually been the real bully all along- the one who had spun the web of lies.
Scarlett had spent five years in prison, losing everything she once held. Yet, she still had to
the burden of their wrongful accusations and insults.
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Calvin and Eugene were consumed by guilt and regret. Once they realized how wrong they had been about Scarlett, their first impulse was to find her, make amends, and ensure she wouldn’t suffer any longer.
They shared a glance, their expressions set with determination. They strode toward the car resolute in driving to Swain Manor and bringing Scarlett back.
Eugene and Calvin had just gotten into the car when a figure suddenly stepped out before them. Calvin slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the pavement as the car came to a jarring halt, just inches from the person.
Eugene’s brow furrowed, a rush of irritation settling in his chest. He was about to shout at the figure, but the words caught in his throat when he realized it was Sharon standing there.
“Eugene, Calvin…” Sharon’s voice trembled, heavy with emotion.
Her eyes were puffy and red, streaks of tears running down her face. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes were wrinkled as if she’d been through hell.
Calvin and Eugene stepped out of the car, their expressions hardening.
Eugene’s voice turned icy. “Sharon? What are you doing here?”
Tears rushed down Sharon’s face, her voice faltering. “E–everything I’ve done is out there now. The Internet’s tearing me apart… Eugene, Calvin, what am I supposed to do? You have to help me…”
