Novel & Cerita Scott Reed 13 Reasons Why

"When's he gonna stop this nonsense? I'm so hurt right now. And the thing is, no one's stopping him." "Soon, he'll be doomed," I assured her. She hit her palm against my chest non-stop, wept even harder. "I'm so, so hurt! Why didn't you say it to me? This is unfair! I'm so hurt!" What could I do? I just continued to pat her back, until she kept calm. Truly, very soon, Scott will be doomed. Greg and I were working towards that already. ***

Scott chuckled. "Where is she?" Justin yelled. "What do you mean, she?" Scott laughed. "I killed her," Scott said. "No, you didn't!" Justin said, grabbing his collar. "No, I didn't," Scott laughed, although his lips bled. "You know, you could just stop all this and surrender to the CCPD," Justin said. "And lose my will to live? No!" Scott said. You have done a lot of bad things in your life. Don't you think it's time to redeem yourself? Justin said

"Ok, we start executing our plan tomorrow morning," said Sean. “But—” Scott said with a slightly worried expression on his face. "Why, Scott? What’s going on?" Sean asked. “I'm not sure if he will accept our arrival. As additional info for you, for some reason, Fred don't like me for a long time and it was got worse when his father became a murder suspect for my father's death and a year later his father committed suicide in prison, while his mother died of cancer. He blamed me for all the bad things that happened in his life. I think he must hate the High Court too, especially Mr. James who being the mastermind behind all of this," Scott replied.

I'm still at the grocery] SCOTT - [I got some steroid shots this morning. I'll be okay by tomorrow] RAYAN - [Not what I asked] RAYAN - [Do you need anything right now?] SCOTT - [I PROMISE I'm okay. Taking it easy today] RAYAN - [Do you own a knife and a large pot?] SCOTT - [...Why?] SCOTT - [I do, but how is that pertinent?] RAYAN - [Text me your address] SCOTT - [...]

They carried on with their lives as if nothing had happened. And now, people had the audacity to say, "After you were taken, Scott was depressed for three years. He almost jumped off a building. If it weren't for his efforts contacting friends in Asternis, you wouldn't have made it back at all!" I didn't respond. I simply reached into my pocket, fingers brushing against the diamond ring hidden inside. … When I remained silent, Scott's friends took it upon themselves to speak. "Mia, Scott developed bipolar depression because he missed you so much. Now that you're back, you can finally take care of him."

"Give the money to them," "I can't!" Mr. Scott stood. "I can't give it to them. That half billion will be use to destroy us! Lots of innocent people will be in danger! They are criminals out there! You think they will stay put in silence once they have it?! No! They are much more dangerous that I feared I'll die without seeing my daughter smiling on her graduation... Raven... I can't fight alone..." Raven was surprised when Mr. Scott removed his clothes, revealing a lot of gauze, bandages, bruises at his body.

Greta looks phased but immediately recovers and stalks away. "What's up with her?" I ask Scott and he shrugs. I don't stop looking at him and so he sighs. "When I was thirteen, we might've fucked" I gasp. "Might've?" "We did" he clarifies and I shut my eyes. No wonder it was so awkward when Greta came around in the kitchen. Scott look relaxed but she on the other hand, was all over the place. Scott pulls me to seat on his leg on the bed. "It's in the past, babe. It means nothing to me" He sighs. "I was just looking for every little thing to rebel against my dad"

Scott caught up to me and was a little out of breath. “Hey uh, so are you still mad at me?” He asked and I almost laughed but kept my serious expression. The idea that I’d waste any time being mad at him was laughable. “What?” I asked and was more angry that he was wasting my time now. “Well like, all that stuff with me and Rebecca is fake. She has such a horrible personality and doesn’t respect me, so I dumped him.” Scott explained and I nodded as I listened. He came up and grabbed my hands, holding them as he continued. I frowned down at the action and went to pull them back.

“We stop letting him touch your life from a distance.” Freeda’s head snapped toward him. “How.” Scott’s mouth moved like he was holding back something ugly. “By touching him first.” Freeda said, “No.” Scott’s eyes flicked to her. “Not with fists,” he corrected quickly, but the heat was still there. He pulled into a quiet lot and killed the engine. No cameras. No people. Just white light and their breathing. Freeda counted her breaths, one, two, three, refusing to shake.

Every minute that passed tightened something brutal in my chest, and my thoughts weren't helping, wondering if he was hurting her right this second. Twenty minutes later, Scott and Jacob arrived with no security, no noise, just two black SUVs pulling into the driveway like shadows. One thing I learn about the Reed family in the little time I spent around them is that they don't panic. No, they come prepared. Scott was the first to walk in, tall, dressed in dark clothes that made him look like he was going to war rather than to a family emergency. Then Jacob walked in behind him, looking his usual quiet self. It's something people underestimate; his quietness is deadly. Their eyes went straig