I'm leaving your pack

Scarlett POV

"Here is my arm card. It has my contact on it, and my pin. Take care of yourself," he said, putting it into my hand, and I turned to him.

I saw the sadness evident in his eyes eyes, and I scoffed loudly enough for him to hear.

I threw away the card, pulled my hand away from his grasp and wanted to walk away, but he held me back once again.

I watched him write down his contact into a paper before handing it to me.

"Call me if you want anything, or if you're in danger," he said, but before he could finish talking I had already torn the paper into shreds and thrown it to the floor.

"Scarlett, stop this," he muttered and began writing his contact again.

I tore it when he gave it to me, before asking, "You never cared to give me your contact, so why now? I don't need it."

I turned to walk away, but he still pulled me back, the time with too much force that I fell on him.

He grabbed my hand and began writing his contact on it. I struggled to stop him, but I couldn't, and he s