What will you do now?

Scarlett sat in the Maybach car again and she shared a look with Ryke. They both stared at each other in silence before she chuckled without much humor: “Can’t believe I’m back in your car again…” She mumbled. “Fucking hate my life…” Ryke didn’t say anything. He simply read the girl’s expression, knowing that she was trying so hard to control her emotions but they were stronger than she was. Her eyes began to glitter but she refused to let her tears flow. Ryke clicked his tongue at the sight and started the car. “Why are you fighting with yourself, little lady?” Scarlett turned her face to the side, hoping to hide her smile. Why did she like that stupid nickname so much? “I am not fighting.” She said after a few seconds. “Yes, you are. Cry if you want to cry. It’s not good to keep your feelings bottled up like this, alright? It doesn’t make you weak and I’m not going to judge you. I cry too, sometimes.” Scarlett rolled her eyes but Ryke’s words had got to her. All it took was one singl