Changing hope.

Chapters

Chapter 2 - Confession
Chapter 3 - Options
Chapter 4 - Overcoming Problems
Chapter 5 - More Troubles.
Chapter 6 - The truth and the lies.
Chapter 7 - Secrets Revealed and Devils unmasked.
Chapter 8 - Asking for forgiveness.
Chapter 9 - forgiving and regretting
Chapter 1 - Season Ending

Chapter 2 - Confession

Changing Hope

Chapter 2 - Secret

It has been a week since the two of you confessed to having feelings for the other. The days have gone quite fast, in fact. It seems now that weeks turn into a couple of days, days turn into hours, hours into minutes. Next thing you know, it’s time for school. After the incident where Scootaloo rushed back home, she had been coming over to your house a lot lately. Your normal day is “Wake up. Eat breakfast. Go for a walk. Meet Scootaloo. Come home. Eat some more. Sleep.” Then that would cycle over and over. As for your parents, they had arrived home yesterday, late at night. Before even greeting you, they immediately checked that everything was still in place, and nothing was smashed or broken. As for school, you were due back in one week, which means another year of boring old class. But then again, nothing is boring for you when the CMC are around, each filly discussing another exciting yet dangerous plan for how to get their cutie marks. They ranged from cleaning ponies’ windows to something resulting in getting complaints from half of Ponyville. Scootaloo was the one who came up with the dangerous and risky ones. You couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

You ran through the forest, each step echoing through the woods. All that was on your mind was getting to your destination in time. You knew how she could sometimes be impatient, and you were not planning on making her annoyed. “Oh no. I hope she isn't mad. Please don't be mad. What if she left and thought that I wouldn't show up?”

Earlier.

It was late afternoon. Everything seemed calm and quiet. Your dad was now back at work, while your mom was not; she still had another week off. She was watering the garden, a garden that’s still thriving despite not getting enough attention. The hot sun shined on your face as you exited the front door.

“Honey, dinner’s going to be ready in two hours. Where are you going?” Mum said in a sweet tone.

“Oh, um… I’m just going to see Sc… Scootaloo, Mum,” you said with a hint of nervousness. Your mum was now giving a suspicious look. She was on to something.

“You’ve been seeing that filly quiet a lot lately. You should invite her over here one day. You two are like best friends.”

“Well that is true. She was the first friend I made. Of course we’re best friends,” you said in a low tone.

“If I wasn't mistaken, I think you two are more than friends,” she said, obviously trying to have a little fun embarrassing you.

“Mum! Stop, please!”

“Ha ha ha, I'm just trying to have a little fun. It’s now 5:00. Be back by 7:00 because I'm cooking dinner soon, okay?”

“It’s 5:00? I'm late, Ihavetogoseeya,” you replied, almost yelling so loud your voice cracked. You disappeared into the dark woods.

Present.
“Please be there!”
As you ran through the forest, all that was going through your mind was to reach the peak where you were supposed to meet Scootaloo. Every day for the last week, you two would ways come to "this" spot, where the two of you spent some time together. Sometimes you spent your time cuddling and nuzzling each other, and other times Scootaloo worked at teaching you how to fly. Yes, after teaching her and acting like a mentor, she is now a mentor to you. Ever since the day she learned how to fly, her confidence has improved. You had always found it cute when Scootaloo tried to be "confident" around you.

Finally, after what seemed like an endless run through the forest, a large clearing with a small waterfall came into view. Everything seemed so natural and untouched. The water was so clear you could see the bottom of the pool. Colorful birds that you had never seen in your entire life were perched on a branch sticking out of the waterfall. But in the middle of the clearing was the reason why you came to this very spot. Right In front of you was a very impatient Scootaloo. Just looking at her expression told you that she was angry and annoyed. This sent an electric tingle down your spine. “You’re late” she said in a cold tone. Something felt wrong. She would never use a tone like this, even to you.

“Sorry Scoots, my mum held me back. But if you’re mad at me, then I understand.”

Her face completely changed from the one before. What was once an annoyed Scootaloo now became a happy, forgiving filly. “It’s okay! It’s not your fault after all. I’m sorry for using that kind of tone, I've been having family issues of my own,” she explained, nuzzling your cheek.

“Is everything all right?”

“Not really....”

“What happened? I want to help. But only if you feel comfortable telling me,” you said, obviously worried. She looked up at you, and then charged at you full force, knocking you to the ground and hugging you.

“Heh heh... of course I feel comfortable around you!” she says, giggling. “But... I don't know if you want to hear it.” She looked away from you.

“Come on Scoots. You know me, I'm ready for anything,” you said, giving her a small peck on the cheek.

“Okay, you asked for it….” She paused, steeling herself before continuing.

“My dad doesn't want me to see you anymore.”

The words that came out of Scootaloo’s mouth seemed to make time freeze. Even the surrounding sound seemed to disappear from existence. A cold chill went through your body. “Her dad doesn't want her to see me an..anymore?”
Questions ran through your mind. As you tried to speak, all that came out was a "wha" or "why", meaningless syllables that still managed to express your surprised, sad tone.
“A few days ago I told my parents that I ‘liked’ someone, well, you. And that you liked me. My mum was surprised but happy for me, while on the other hoof my dad was not. What didn't make it any better was that he knew I stayed over at your place.”
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Entering Scootaloo's POV
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I ran down my street. Small droplets of water that came from the heavens splashed onto my mane and coat, making me more miserable and nervous. It seemed like it took forever to even reach my house, knowing that my mum and dad were home, worried. Finally, I reached the place I call home. It wasn't very big, or fancy, but to me it was home. Walking up the small steps that led to my front door, my mind was in disarray, and my body was shaking wildly. I slowly turned the handle of the door, revealing the inside of my home. “M… mum, Dad, I’m h… home,” I yelled loudly. Everything was silent for a moment then the sound of hoofsteps could be heard coming closer. My parents ran to me and embraced me.

“Scootaloo! Where have you been?” My mum asked, sounding worried and terrified.
On the other hoof, my dad didn't quite act the same way. “You have a lot of explaining to do!” my dad groused. I didn’t know what to say. The tone of his voice made me freeze, and I felt scared.

“We... well, you see, you know that friend I’ve been seeing a lot lately... and have a crush on?”

“Yes.”

“No,” my dad says.

“Well, yesterday afternoon I was upset. We talked it out. It was getting late, and he thought it was not safe for us to walk in the dark. So he invited me over to his house. And one thing led to another.... He kissed me,” I said, looking away, smiling and blushing furiously.

My mum had an expression of anger, but it was replaced by a small smile.
“Awwww,” she said to herself. “My daughter’s gro-”

“He what?! How dare he kiss my daughter without my permission? You are grounded for a month!”

“WHAAAAAAAAT?!” I said aloud. Anger rushed into my body and I felt like I was going to cry.

“You are too young to even do this kind of stuff. I don’t want you to see this colt anymore, or there will be consequences,” my dad yelled furiously.

“Wh… why do y... you do this?” I said, now in tears. “Wh… why can’t you und... understand we love each other?” I ran to my room, slamming the door shut, anger still filling me. All I could hear from downstairs was my mum and dad arguing.
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Back to 2nd person POV
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“That's why I can’t see you often now. My dad has always been strict whenever I make a new friend who is a colt. And also we... tend to fight a lot. The only reason I am here right now is because of my mum. She is the only pony who understands our relationship,” she said, tucking her head into your chest.

“Well... I love your mom. But this is all my fault. If I had just come with you and explained, I co-” You were interrupted by a set of lips connecting with yours. You were quite surprised by her action, but you returned the kiss passionately, and then eased Scootaloo down.

“It’s not your fault, and besides, you would have received a hard lecture from my dad.”

“Ha ha yeah…. Hey, Scoots?”

“Yeah?” She said, confused.

“I love you.”

For some strange reason, Scootaloo's eyes became teary, and she smiled.

“I... l… love you too”

Author's Note

Thanks to Alaborn For editing! Appreciate it a lot!. Do you guys want a name in this story? Instead of saying "you" all the time, I could give "YOU" a name in this story. Or leave it as it is. Constructive criticism is helpful!

Enjoy.

Chapter 3 - Options

Changing Hope.

Chapter 2 - Options

There’s a time in life when you can completely forget about school, a time that comes with each long holiday. Every day, not having to wake up early, knowing you could just stay in bed and sleep in. Staying up as late as you want. Seeing friends, and a particular mare too. But what happens when that time suddenly ends?

The early morning welcomes you to an overcast day. Out the window, black clouds churn together in the dark sky. You decide not to even bother getting up. You begin to fall back into what dreams await you until....
“WAKE UP! TIME TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL!”

Without any warning, a loud voice echoes through your head, drowning out all other sounds around you. You jump straight out of bed, almost tripping over the few blankets that were scattered around the room. “Come on! It’s almost 8:00,” Mum says in a mocking but caring tone.

“How could I forget... school. By the way, aren't you supposed to be at work?” You thought

“I don’t start work till tomorrow. Now shower, eat breakfast, and get to school, or you'll be late!” Says your mum

Trotting downstairs to the shower, you quickly turn the knobs trying to set the water to the right temperature. All that is set in your little colt head is school. School means working, which means thinking. You hate thinking. And since the holidays are over, you'll have to do this, five days a week.

“CRACK!” The boom of thunder shakes your house.

“I guess I’ll be walking in the rain today,” you mutter. “I can feel today isn't going to be my day....”

After you finish breakfast, Mum is nowhere to be seen. This was not the first time she randomly disappeared. As you walk into the kitchen, you find your saddlebag placed on the bench, your lunch and the usual school stuff already packed. You grab the dull brown saddle bag and head out to the place you call “hell”.
The streets of Ponyville are filled with ponies running around, looking for shelter from the watery missiles. Some couldn't care less if they got wet, and some are even panicking. You, of course, are with the ones who don’t care if they get a little wet. Every now and then the sound of thunder is heard, and an occasional flash of lightning illuminates the sky. After a little while walking, you come across the Carousel Boutique, home to the Element of Generosity and Sweetie Belle.
Speaking of Sweetie Belle, a filly suddenly bursts through the front doors, saying her goodbyes to her sister. She turns around, now facing you. Her once even expression is now filled with excitement. A smile starts to form on her face, and she gallops to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

“Hey! It’s been sooo long. I've missed you,” she says.

“Ye-yeah... I've… missed you too. How was your holiday?”

“It was alright, though it can get boring being with my parents. How about you? I know Scootaloo wasn't doing anything either. What did you guys get up too?”

What are you going to say? Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom don't know yet. What if they are against your relationship with Scootaloo? What if Scootaloo doesn’t want to tell anypony either? What if she wants to keep it a secret?

“We… did stuff.”

“Heh heh, sounds fun! Hey, we should head to school before Cheerilee has a fit.” The two of you walk down the dirt path. Suddenly, Sweetie Belle speaks up. “And I... missed you too.”
Various fillies and colts can be seen in the schoolyard. Every pony is having a conversation with another, most having something to do with their holiday, but then the rain begins to pour down. That’s when everypony starts to head inside. You and Sweetie Belle spot Apple Bloom and Scootaloo talking to each other.

“Hi guys,” says Apple Bloom in her usual accent.

“Hey Apple Bloom,” Sweetie says.

“How was your holiday, Sweetie?”

As those two continue their conversation, you find yourself alone with Scootaloo. The two of you look away from each other awkwardly, only catching glimpses of her purple irises.
As you are about to speak, she suddenly grabs your right hoof and pulls you behind a tree. Luckily for you, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle don't notice this action, as they are too busy talking. Once the two of you are hidden from everypony, Scootaloo connects her lips with yours; she blushes slightly as she kisses you. You gladly kiss back.

“Hey,” she says with a smile. “We need to talk.” she says ending the kiss.

“W-what about?” you say nervously, expecting to hear bad news.

“Can you not let the rest of the crusaders know about us? I will tell them when the time is right. Just... not now.”

“Oh right... of course. But does this mean we have to act like friends in public?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” she said.

“I-is something bothering you, Scoots?” you say, worried.

“Oh, uh, n-no, of course not! What makes you think that?” she says.

“I just have a feeling something is bothering you.”

“N-no, I’m fine. Now, uh, let’s get to class and get out of this rain.”

As the two of you walk to class, you realize something. You could have sworn somepony was listening to your conversation. A figure quickly dashes into the school. It was hard to tell but... you could have sworn the figure was wearing a bow. And the only pony that wears a bow is Appl- “No, it couldn't be. She’s not like that, ha ha. Maybe I’m imagining things,” you think to yourself.

Like last year, school feels like it will go on forever, and it did not help that you stare at the clock for half the day. On the right side of you is Apple Bloom, and on the left is Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle is just in front of you. The three of them whisper across the room; they are thinking of new bright ideas for getting their cutie marks. Every now and then Scootaloo gives you a wink, or mouths the words “I love you” or “Hey cutie” with a grin. It seems that her more daring side is showing; either that, or she doesn’t remember what she said at the start of school. But there are mistakes, and mistakes are made.

“I love you.”

What she just said, makes your heartbeat go a lot faster than usual. Shivers go down your spine. Not only did she just say “I love you” across the room, but you aren't the only one who just heard it. Everypony in the row in front of you and in back of you makes noises of disgust. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle give each other a confused look before turning to Scootaloo.
“Wh-what did ya say Scoots?!”

“Uhm I-ah, what I meant to s-say wa-” Scootaloo said as she started to tear up.

“Ah knew it!” Applebloom says with glee.

“Class, please be quiet,” Cheerilee cautions. “Now could someone please an-”

You thought you would never say this, but thank Celestia for Ms. Cheerilee cutting in.
The classroom quiets down, with the only sound being the teacher writing on the chalkboard and talking about fractions. As you look to Apple Bloom, she has a smile on her face. A very big smile. You were trying to accept the fact Apple Bloom has found out about the relationship. By the looks of it, she is taking it very well. But Scootaloo looks like she is about to cry. You were about to say something, only to be interrupted by Apple Bloom.

“Scoots! Is-is it true? Are ya really datin’ ‘him’?” she says, pointing to you.

“It’s n-not like th- I mean um….” Scootaloo began to stumble her words.

“Ah knew it! You are, aren’t ya?!” she says, a little too loud.

“Yeah Scoots! Are you?” Sweetie Belle interrupts.

“I...uhm, well, sorta, but….” Before she could continue Ms. Cheerilee speaks up.

“Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo. Please pay attention, or I will have to keep you in after school. Now….”

As the last few moments of school go on, there is no more talking from the crusaders. All of their faces look down, not facing one another. Just... a.... few... more… seconds....

“RINNNNNNNNNNNNNG”

“Have a great day my little ponies, and remember to do the math exercises for homework!”

As everypony exits the building, Scootaloo bolts, almost looking teary eyed.

“Scoots wait!” Sweetie Belle and Applebloom say simultaneously.

“Guys... I-I have to go after her, sorry, see ya,” you say, galloping after her.

“WAIT!”
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As Scootaloo gallops through the outskirts of Ponyville, you try to catch up to her, yelling for her to stop as loud as you can. But she doesn't seem to listen. You try to think of an idea. You know Scootaloo can’t run forever, and you see her slowing down. As you get closer to her, she finally stops by a pond. The pond itself is crystal clear, with a few lily pads in it and a willow tree nearby. She walks down to it and sits on the edge, catching breath. You try your best to be quiet, as Scootaloo thinks she is alone.

“Scoots?”

“Oh, it’s you. Hey,” She says in a sad tone.

“What happened? Why did you just run away?” you say, walking a little closer to her.

“I-I don’t know. I was stressed out. I am confused right now.”

“What happened in class? Why didn't you tell them?” you ask. Tears start to flow down her cheeks.

“I don’t know! I was scared. I promised you that I wouldn’t te-tell the crusaders, but I blew it. I was afraid that you would hat-hate me, so I ran. I’m sorr-Mmhp.”

You interrupt Scootaloo by connecting your lips with hers. You kiss her passionately, trying to calm her down, and it works. At first she squeaked in surprise but she slowly eases down into your grasp. You break the kiss and nuzzle her cheek, extending your wing, just touching hers.

“Scoots, I love you. There is nothing that will make me mad at you. What you did today was just an accident. If somepony should be apologizing, it should be me. I should've spoken up at that moment. If I had, things would have been resolved. It’s my fault. You should have nothing to be sorry about.” As you look back to Scootaloo, her face has a smile and her eyes are watery. She bounces and brings you into an embrace.

“I… I love you too,” she whispers into your ear.

“Not to ruin the moment, but I think we should head back. I bet Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are expecting something from us.”

“Good idea,” she says, smiling.

Author's Note

Ok guys this is not the end of the story, Believe me, Anyways i hope this chapters was interesting. Thanks to alaborn for editing!!
Enjoy guys!

Chapter 4 - Overcoming Problems

“AN:This is when the story gets sad, I'm sorry if i made you sad :'(, But if i didn't, Then i hope you enjoyed this chapter.”

Changing hope.

Chapter 4 - Overcoming Problems

The early morning storm had ended long ago. The only remaining sign of this storm were a few small clouds, glowing orange in the late afternoon sunlight. The wind had passed, leaving the trees still and the atmosphere quiet as you and Scootaloo headed back into town. Scootaloo's wing was just touching you, making your cheeks flush red. She noticed this and quickly pulled her wings in.

“Oh-ah. Sorry,” she said in a low voice.

“It’s okay, Scoots!” you said while you nuzzled her cheek. She giggled at your action, and returned the motion. As the school came into sight, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle could be seen sitting down, talking to each other. As you got closer, your hoofsteps were loud enough for them to notice your approach. As their eyes darted to you and Scootaloo, Apple Bloom bolted to Scootaloo, knocking her pegasus friend to the ground in an embrace.

“Scootaloo, we’ve been so worried about ya,” Apple Bloom explained

“Yeah... worried,” Sweetie Belle said in a sarcastic tone. Apple Bloom gave her an annoyed look and ended the embrace. Sweetie Belle, in turn, just looked in another direction. Scootaloo was confused and so were you, but neither of you decided to say anything.

“Yeah.... Um, I'm sorry, girls. I just kinda freaked out. It’s a long story,” Scootaloo finally said.

Everything was silent now. By now, it was late afternoon, and your parents would expected you to be home soon.

Apple Bloom broke the silence. “Sooo... are you guys really... 'dating'?”

Scootaloo gave out a heavy sigh. Her eyes meet yours, her expression obviously asking if it was all right to tell. You nod with a smile. “Yeah,” she said with a little smile. Apple Bloom wrapped her hooves around Scootaloo once again.

“ Awww, that’s cute, Scoots. Congratulations!” Apple Bloom said with a grin.

“Thanks Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said.

Sweetie Belle looked away once again, but with a tear in her eye, “I-I have to go,” she said with a weak voice. She galloped into the direction of where your house and Scootaloo's house were. You don't normally worry much, but all that was going through your head were three words.

“What just happened?” you said, looking at Scootaloo.

“What's wrong with her?” the orange filly asked Apple Bloom.

“I’ll… I’ll tell ya later. Besides, it’s time for me ta head home. See ya guys tomorrow,” Applebloom said. Then she stopped next to you and whispered something into your ear. “You guys are too cute. Take good care of her, will ya?”

“Of… Of course,” you said. And with that, Apple Bloom was off.

“I think it’s time for me to head home too,” Scootaloo confessed with a bit of regret.

“Yeah... me too,” you said.

As you look back to Scootaloo, gazing in her eyes, she suddenly leapt forward and brought you into a deep kiss. You returned the kiss, even more passionately. Her hooves went to your shoulders, and you did the same. Everything was peaceful. Great weather, great scenery, and of course a beautiful fillyfriend. Nothing could ruin the moment, but you knew it would have to end.

Scootaloo broke the kiss. Or, rather, somepony else did. As you opened your eyes, you found yourself looking at a tall brown stallion with a purple-black mane and blue eyes. He towered over you. He had Scootaloo's hoof in his grasp, and had pulled her away from you. You looked back to Scootaloo; she seemed to be hiding under her mane. Then you looked back to the stallion; he was staring daggers into you.

“How dare you do such things to my daughter!” he said to you in a harsh tone. You were speechless. Your body was frozen and you could have sworn your heart was too. Then something hard hit you across the face, bringing you back to reality.

“If I ever see you with Scootaloo again, you will be getting a lot more than that,” he warned. “Come along, Scootaloo.” Her face had an expression of horror and sadness. Tears started to flow down her chin and it was killing you on the inside just seeing her like this.

“No, Dad,” Scootaloo said defiantly.

“You are coming home right now!” he yelled. Scootaloo’s father started to drag the filly you love away. She started kicking, screaming and crying at the same time. The last thing that you could was her dad saying something. “Scootaloo, you are never to talk to that colt EVER AGAIN. And if you disobey me, ther-” The rest of his warning was lost as his voice grew distant.

Then that was it. It was almost pitch black. You stood alone, and all that was going through your mind was “What just happened?” So many emotions were flowing through you. Anger. Depression. Fear and pain. You felt like you were going to cry, but you tried to keep it together. It all felt like one big dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare.

But you knew it wasn't a nightmare; it was very real. You had a lot to think about. But for now, you had to get home, or else your parents would be angry. Again.

As you made your way to your front door, you turned the handle right and opened it. The door made a low creaking sound, just like the door of a decrepit haunted house in an old movie. You made your way further into the house, heading in the direction of your room. You heard a voice.

“Where have you been? It’s not like you to be late like this again. You’re lucky Dad’s home yet. He would throw a fit,” your mum said. A tear finally escaped you eye, one that had been building since the events that happened earlier today.

“I... I need to be alone,” you said. “I'm going to sleep.”
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Earlier
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As Sweetie Belle galloped away from her friends, a tear escaped her eye. She ran, not thinking of where she was headed.

“Maybe th-things are supposed to b-be how they a-are...” she said, tears now flowing freely. Then an idea popped into her head. An evil grin formed on her face. There was something that could bring the colt she liked, the colt she loved a first sight, to be hers and hers alone. But it was terrible, something that could ruin her friendship. It could possibly mean the end of the Cutie Mark Crusaders if things turned out bad enough. But as she thought more, she knew it was worth it. In the end, she would have him, and he would be all hers, even if he chose not to. And she knew what to do to start off. She changed direction, now running with purpose

Sweetie Belle made her way to the house that belonged to her fellow Crusader’s family. She knew just how to start her plan. She knocked onto the door, and it was opened by a large stallion... with a brown coat, purple-black mane, and blue eyes.

“Hello h- Wait, you’re one of my daughter’s friends, aren’t you? Do you know where she is?” he asked in a desperate tone.

“I am! And yes, I do. She’s in front of the school... with her colt friend.”

Love can make you do crazy things. Sometimes, it can be more than just crazy.

Author's Note

Ok guys, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Editing coming soon!

Chapter 5 - More Troubles.

Changing hope.

Chapter 5 - More Troubles.

You woke up, just as you've done every school morning for years. But something felt off this morning. You lifted your hoof to your face, where you could feel a lump. As you put pressure on it, it hurt. It felt like a bruise. “Ow!” you cried. You quickly got out of bed and trotted to the bathroom.

As the mirror came into view, you looked at your reflection, closing the door behind you. It was obvious what was causing the pain. Right on your forehead was a bruise, and it was big. “Now what could have cau-” you started. Then it all came flowing back. Emotions of depression, anger, and confusion. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and of course what caused it. Her dad. What he did just made you cringe in fear. Was it going to happen again? Would Scootaloo be okay? Your mind was just one big mess.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Hey son! Get ready for school,” your dad said through the door. “Your lunch is on the table. Your mum is already at work, and I’m about to take off. She’ll be home at 7:00 and I will be home around 7:30. We gotta talk tonight. Have a great day.” Then silence filled the air. You decided to have a quick shower, hoping the pain from your bruise would ease.

After your normal routine of having breakfast, brushing your teeth, and packing for school, you walked down the dirt road that leads to school. To be honest, you felt like crap, like something had just pissed you off and made you sad enough to almost make you cry. Right now, you didn't want to talk or even be noticed by anypony. Your thoughts wandered to a certain pony, the pony that always brings a smile to your face. Scootaloo. Ever since the events of yesterday, you found yourself worrying, and you hoped she would be okay. Thankfully, once you got to school, you could have her in your arms, comfort her, and-

“Hey!!”

“Ah!” You said in surprise. As you regained your composure. you noticed the familiar white unicorn filly standing there.

“Oh, um, sorry. Did I scare you?” Sweetie Belle said.

“A little....” you said, a little bit annoyed.

“I'm sorry... Can you forgive me?” she asked with sadness.

You sighed. “Yeah, I forgive you...” you said. Suddenly, you were pulled into a tight hug.

“Mmmmh, thanks. We should head to school,” she said.

“Sweetie... can... you… let go… of.... me?” you said, your air rapidly running out.

“Oh, uh... sorry, let’s go. I'm sure Scootaloo will want to see you” she said, saying the last part in a sarcastic tone. You started to get a bit worried about her. She’s done that two times now. But you decided to put that out of your mind for now.

You arrived at school. Ponies were chatting and talking just like yesterday, but instead of running for cover from a morning story, they were embracing the early morning sun. Apple Bloom called out to both you and Sweetie Belle and motioned for you two to join her. But Scootaloo was nowhere in sight.

“Hi, Sweetie!”

“Hey Apple Bloom!”

As Apple Bloom was about to greet you, she noticed the bruise on your forehead. She had a shocked expression, pointing to your injury. Sweetie Belle, noticing it for the first time, was similarly shocked.

“It’s... it’s a long story,” you say.

“I didn't notice that! Does it hurt?” Sweetie Belle said in a caring tone.

“No, but-”

“And Scootaloo says she cares for you.”

“Uhh,” is all you could say. Now it was getting weird.

Thankfully, Apple Bloom interrupted. “Ah think we should get ta class.”

You headed inside and took your seat. Once school started, Ms. Cheerilee started talking to the class. But again, you paid no attention. School had only just started and you buried your face into your hooves. There was still no sight of Scootaloo. Until….

The orange pegasus filly charged into class, breathing hard. “Sorry, Ms. Cheerilee, for being late. It won't happen agai-”

“Scootaloo. We discussed last year what would happen if you were late again. Speak to me after class.”

“Yes, Ms. Cheerilee...” she replied in a miserable tone.

As she sat down next to you, her eyes were directed away from you. She didn’t even acknowledge your existence. She just stared at the wall. She looked... terrible. She had bags under her eyes. Her mane wasn’t in its normal cool and messy state, it was just out of place, unkempt And… was that a bruise? How could that have happened?

“Hey Scoo-”

“ Don't talk to me. Please,” she said in a flat tone.

Those words. They hurt you. And they were coming straight from her

“Wh- what?” you said.

“You heard me. Don't e-ever talk to me again. We’re through, okay? All you have done in my life is bring me m-misery, an-and….”

A stream of tears flowed down her face. She closed her eyes and said to herself quietly, “This is not right. I'm sorry.”

“Scoots, what’s wr-”

“Stop, please. I h-” Whatever she was trying to say, she was struggling. “I hate you.” She got up and moved seats, letting out a few tears on the way. Not many ponies even noticed, being too busy with their own conversations.

That did it. You felt like your heart had been crushed. The filly that you loved, that you cared for, just said she never wanted to talk to you again. She just said she hated you. As you looked to your other side, you found Apple Bloom staring daggers at you. She looked annoyed and angry.

“Ya promised! And ya broke it! What in tarnation did ya do ta her?! I will make ya pay!” She said.

“Apple Bloom! What are you saying?” Ms. Cheerilee interrupted. “That is very inappropriate behavior. See me after class. ”

She opened her mouth to protest, but Ms. Cheerilee cut her off. “No buts. Just like Scootaloo, you will be seeing me after class.”

Apple Bloom grunted in frustration and faced away from you.

The day for you was terrible. Every friend that you had was now turning away from you. You had been crying silently during class, making sure no one noticed. As the bell was about to sound, Apple Bloom watched you, having been giving you dirty looks over the last few minutes of the school day. At the back of the room, you saw Scootaloo; it looked like she had been crying all day too. You wanted to look at her, see if she was alright, but if she caught you staring at her, she would cry even more. But Sweetie Belle... she had been smiling all day. Even after all that had happened today? These last two days had been a confusing, sad, and angry time, and you didn't think it was going to get any better any time soon.

But then something popped into your little colt head. Why did she do this so suddenly? Why now? And why is Sweetie Belle staring at you with a grin on her face?
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Last night
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“Dad! Pl-please s-”

“Scootaloo. You disobeyed me. And for that, there are serious consequences. And since your mum isn't here, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

He lifted his hoof and smacked her right on the forehead, sending her flying into the stairs. She started to cry again, this time in pain.

“Da-dad! Wh-why?!” she said weakly, sniffling.

“Oh, and as a reminder, you are never ever to speak to that creep again! You are to hate him!” He raised his hoof. “I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you disobey me again. You got that?!”

“Y-ye-”

“I can't hear you!” he yelled.

“Yes,” she said in fear.

“Good. Now get to sleep.”

Scootaloo bolted upstairs, running up to her room, the only place she felt safe. Her head was aching in pain and she cried for a very long time. She regretted what she was going to do the next day. Before she fell asleep, she whispered to herself.

“Please forgive me for what I am going to do tomorrow. I love you,” she said, thinking about the colt she loved deeply.

Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, I kinda feel like its a little rushed, and MAY rewrite it. Editing coming soon!

Chapter 6 - The truth and the lies.

Massive thanks to Alaborn For editing !

Changing hope.

Chapter 6 - The truth and lies

You clutched your head in your hooves. As the school day progressed, the throbbing pain had only increased. The bruise on your face felt even more tender than it had this morning. Ponies were eying your bruise; you could hear as they whispered about it with each other. You were sad and angry, but what showed on your face most of all was the confusion you felt. The clock ticked in time with the throbbing in your head as the final moments of school approached.

"Rinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!"

“Have a great day, everypony!” said the teacher. She turned to your friends. “As for you two, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, you will be staying an extra 20 minutes.”

Just like every school day, colts and fillies barged through the doors, eagerly seeking to get away from school and get home. But you took your time today. You weren't in a hurry. You didn't want to get home fast, nor did you have somepony to see. A glance back reminded you that you used to have a reason why. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were quietly talking to each other, facing away from you, as you finally departed.

“Hey wait up!” Sweetie Belle said, chasing after you.
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Scootaloo's POV.
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“So, umm, what happened between you two? And how did ya get that bruise?” Apple Bloom asked

Scootaloo's mind went blank. She was already depressed after what happened the previous night. As she was about to confess why she broke up with you, her dad’s words echoed through her mind. "I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you disobey me again." Not wanting to risk getting hit again, she quickly thought of an excuse to avoid the real answer.

“Uhm, He said h- he...”

She knew this was wrong.

“He said... he never lo-loved me. Then....”

Her heart was hurting.

“He hit me.”

Apple Bloom was shocked, her eyes tearing up. She grabbed her pegasus friend, bringing her into a caring embrace. Scootaloo cried into her shoulder. Not just because she lied to her best friend, but also because she lied about the pony she loved.

“Once ah get my hooves on that colt...” Apple Bloom hissed.

“Wa-wait, what? Are you g-going to hurt hi-him?” Scootaloo said in a panicked tone.

“Oh ah will. He hurt ma best friend, emotionally and physically. I will hurt him,” she said

Scootaloo now felt ready to faint. All these emotions were too much for her. Not only did she lie to her, but now he was going to pay for it. “Apple Bloom, it’s okay. I me-”

“No, Scoots, he needs to pay for what he did.”
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Back to 2nd Person POV
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You walked the streets of Ponyville, but not alone. For the first time in a while, it wasn't Scootaloo, but rather Sweetie Belle, who accompanied you. She had asked to walk home with you, and you obliged. Along the way, she asked you questions. Questions like “Why did Scootaloo break up with you?” and “Are you all right?” Again, Sweetie Belle used a sarcastic tone whenever she mentioned Scootaloo. This brought a pain in your heart. To be honest, she was starting to annoy you. Ever since yesterday night she had been acting weird around you and whenever Scootaloo was mentioned. Any time you looked away away, you noticed out of the corner of your eye the way Sweetie Belle stared at you, her eyes half closed, and a massive grin on her face.

“Hey, um, Sweetie, can you stop asking me questions about the breakup? I still feel like crap,” you said

“Oh, sorry. I guess I got a little carried away. Besides, you don’t need her. She treated you bad. You deserve better.”

Something was off.

“She was probably using you. Like she used Rumble.”

You stopped walking. Your eyes were wide open with what Sweetie Belle just said.

“Sweetie? What do you me.... You mean, she had a coltfriend be-before... me?” you said, panic evident in your response.

“Oh yeah, before you arrived here, she was in love with Rumble. I thought she would’ve told you.”

You were speechless.

“They had been going out for a week, and they were both in love. At least, that’s what Rumble thought. All Scootaloo wanted from him was attention. What made her do this in the first place was her family. They didn't pay enough attention to her. She felt unloved, hated, and ignored. Her mother was the only one who showed that she cared for her. Her dad, well, he was harsh, and sometimes abusive. So she started to use other ponies. One day, she found out Rumble was crushing on her. She took advantage of this. When she broke up with him, she did the same act that she did to you. She swore to me never to tell anypony, because of what other ponies might think. She didn't want to expose her dad. But I’m not going to hide this from you, because I care for you.”

What you just heard made your heart stop. All this time, she was just using you, just to get attention. She never loved you. She never cared for you. All she cared about was herself. You felt like you were going to cry.

“I... loved... her... and... she... was... faking the whole time?”

Sweetie Belle embraced you. You sobbed into her shoulder. She quietly hummed into your ear, trying to calm you down. Each second her grip got tighter, as if she was trying to savor the moment. After minutes of sobbing, you quietly calmed down and ended the embrace. “Sweetie... thank you, for being there for m-me.”

Sweetie put a hoof to your mouth. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here for you,” she said

Minutes passed, the two of you just sitting there quietly.

“Hey, I'm going to go home. I need to be alone right now,” you said

“Oh... okay. Well, I hope you feel better. See ya!” she said.

As you turned to head home, you stopped and looked back to her. “And Sweetie... thanks for telling me. Now I know the truth from the lies.”

“No problem. Why would I lie to you? You’re my friend. That’s what friends do,” she said with a grin

“We soon will be more then friends,” she thought to herself.

You arrived home. Everything in your house was still. No sound could be heard. Your parents wouldn’t be home for quite a while, so you were alone for the time being. You slowly walked upstairs to your room, each step making a creaking sound. In your room, everything was dark. The blinds were shut, the wooden tiles cold. You crawled into your bed, slowly closing your eyes. A tear escaped as you recalled what Sweetie told you.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The stillness was interrupted by the sound of countless knocks on your front door. You tried to ignore it, keeping your eyes shut tightly. Hopefully, whoever was out there would go away.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

This time the noise was louder than just a knock. Whoever was at your door was banging on it, almost hard enough to break glass. As you got up from your warm bed, you heard a voice call out.

“OPEN UP NOW!” the voice said. You couldn't identify the voice from this far away, but it was somepony with a southern accent.

You got to the door and slowly opened it. That revealed just who was causing the banging.

Apple Bloom.

Her eyes were red. She was breathing heavily, and her facial expressions revealed that she was quite obviously pissed off. You had a pretty good idea why she was here.

“How dare you!” she yelled.

“Wha-what?” you replied, confused.

“Not only did you break my friend’s heart, but you also hit her!” she said furiously.

“Wait, what? I nev-”

“Remember what ah said in class? Well, ah don't break it, unlike you.”

Apple Bloom lifted her hoof and pulled back, readying herself for the collision to come.

“Wait! Just listen!” you pleaded.

Apple Bloom stopped her swing, though her hoof was still raised. “Go on,” she said in a flat tone.

“What do you mean ‘me’ hitting her? I did no such thing!” you said in defense.

“Don’t lie! Scootaloo told me what happened last night. She said ya never loved her and smacked her across the forehead. I am not letting another pony break her heart again.”

“Why would I hit her? I loved her! Besides... that’s not what Sweetie told me!”

“What did she tell ya then?!” she said, almost yelling.

“She told me about Rumble. About when they were together. What Scootaloo did to him,” you said.

Apple Bloom’s eyes shot open with what you just said.

“What she did ta him? You mean what he did ta her. Rumble did the exact same thing to her. I made sure he never spoke to her again. By making him p-”

“Sweetie told me she used Rumble, just like she used me,” you said, cutting in.

Apple Bloom was speechless. “N-no, he....”

“Sweetie told me Scootaloo never got any attention and felt hated and unloved. That her dad was abusive and everypony around her ignored her. When she found out that Rumble was crushing on her, she took advantage of him. And when she broke up with him, she made up why he did. Just ask Sweetie Bel- ”

“No! She... why... why didn't sh-she tell me?” Apple Bloom ran away, tears running down her face. What she just heard—the abuse, the lies, and the truth—was too much for her.
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Apple Bloom’s POV
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Apple Bloom rushed down the dirt road, tears falling from her eyes, staining the dark ground. All that was on her mind was Sweetie Belle. She had to find her. Only she could tell if you were lying or not. Every hoofstep Apple Bloom took got her closer to her destination. As she neared the Carousel Boutique, Rarity exited. Upon seeing this, Apple Bloom stopped, wiping a few tears from her eyes.

“Hey, Apple Bloom. You here to see Sweetie Belle?” Rarity asked.

“Yea-yeah...” she replied, trying to keep a straight face.

“Well, she's upstairs dear. You two have fun!” Rarity said, happily walking off.

Apple Bloom rushed through the door and up the stairs. Her mind was set on what to say, what to do, and what would happen. As she saw Sweetie Belle’s room come up, she slammed the door open. She flung open the door so fast, loose pieces of paper flew off the table. Apple Bloom looked over the dark room. Surprisingly, Sweetie Belle was nowhere to be seen. Apple Bloom’s gaze fell on a book sitting on the table. A candle was lit next to it casting an orange-yellow glow on it. Apple Bloom had a feeling. Something was telling her to open the book and read it.

Apple Bloom approached the book. The word “Diary” was written across its cover in an old-fashioned font.

“This must b-be Sweetie’s diary.”

Apple Bloom was tempted to open it. But... it was wrong. And it would intrude on her best friend’s privacy. Her mind was telling her it wasn’t right. But when she came back to reality, she found her hooves had already opened the diary.

Dear diary:

A new colt just arrived a few days ago, and ever since he joined our group, I've been getting these feelings whenever I think about him. I mean, whenever he sees me, I can't bring myself to see him face to face. I’m so nervous. I need help.

Apple Bloom wasn't surprised at what she had just read. She turned to another random page, which appeared to be stained in a few places by teardrops.

Dear diary:

I love him! I don't know what’s wrong with me. Ever since the first time we met, I knew he was the one. He is so perfect. His name, his eyes. He's just sooo cute. My feeling for him... I... I just don’t know what to do. Should I tell him how I feel? Do I ask him to be my coltfriend? But I think somepony else might have an eye on him. Scootaloo is one of my closest friends. She has been giving him smiles every now and then. And now he’s teaching her how to fly. I don’t know what to do. If we both love him, it could lead to us fight. I don't want that.

Apple Bloom was starting to get worried about where this was headed. She flipped a few pages ahead, not knowing what she was about to find out.

Dear diary:

I loved him! He really seemed like he was interested in me. But then “she” had to take him away from me, When I found out they were together, I thought I could pull through. But it was too hard. I knew that if I can’t have him, then nopony can.

Today, I did something horrible. Yet, I don't feel guilty. So therefore I don't care. I mean I was the one who loved him first right? Scootaloo isn't good enough for him. I bet she's going to fake the relationship just like the last one, and break his heart. Oh well... they won't be together for long. Her dad won't be happy about some colt dating his daughter. And a pl-

“Apple Bloom, what are you doing in my room?”

Apple Bloom stopped reading. She stood completely still, knowing the pony behind her caught her. She slowly turned around, revealing a calm but angry-looking Sweetie Belle. As they both stared at each other, Apple Bloom spoke up.

“Sweet-Sweetie... how could ya?” she said, tears welling in the corner of her eyes.

“You don't see it, do you? I loved him first! He should've been mine. But nooooo, Scootaloo had to come in and steal him from me. It was her plan from the start!”

“Sweetie! Is this all because of being jealous? Is this why you are acting so strange lately? You drove them apart. Why?”

“She was going to hurt him anyway! Remember Rumble? She didn't get hurt, he did! Scootaloo just wanted attention and love. She used him. Just like every other colt she will ever meet or da-”

“Ah... ah don’t believe ya! Scootaloo is a kind and caring po-”

“HA! You know why she only told this to me? Because she was afraid of losing you as a friend. She thought that if you found out, your friendship would end. You and I were the only ponies who cared about her,” Sweetie Belle replied.

“Sweetie....”

“Now what are you going to do? Tell on me?”

Apple Bloom headed for the door, walking slowly, deliberately ignoring her.

“Answer me!” Sweetie Belle yelled.

Apple Bloom paused and looked back. “Sweetie, Ah don't know what ta think of you. You took things way too far. Now, I'm going to talk to Scootaloo and sort things out.” she said, and then walked out of the room.

“Pfft. I don’t need her,” Sweetie Belle said to herself.

Apple Bloom walked to Scootaloo's home with her head hung low. She was wondering whether she should feel sorry for Scoots, or feel angry. Scoots did lie to her, and she had hidden a secret from her for almost a year. But she did have a good reason. Living with no one really caring for her must be terrible. As Apple Bloom approached her destination, something seemed off.

“You never listen or so anything right! Just get out. I've had enough,” the stallion said.

Scootaloo suddenly walked out of her house. Standing in the doorway, her dad had a very angry look on his face.

“Bu-but I’m sor-”

The door slammed on her. A sad Scootaloo sat on the front step with her head hung low, softly crying. Apple Bloom approached the filly. Her instinct on seeing her friend crying was to comfort her. She pushed her doubts away.

“Scoots? What happened to you?” Apple Bloom said with great worry.

Scootaloo just looked up at Apple Bloom with teary eyes. Apple Bloom opened her arms, signaling for an embrace. Scootaloo couldn't hold it in any longer. All the things that had happened to her recently, all caused by one pony. Scootaloo lunged into her, letting out all the tears, all the hurt and sadness.

“Appl-Apple Bloom, I can’t handle it an-anymore. Everypony hates me. Nopony cares about me, or even likes me,” she said, stuttering a few times.

“Shhh... It’s okay. Now, tell me what's wrong.”

“O-okay. You see, my dad is always angry at me. He never wanted a filly. He wanted a colt. B-but my mom thought otherwise. She wa-was happy to have a filly, from the moment I was born, to now. My dad hates me. He says I'ma waste of space, because I have no friends, and I haven't even learned how to fly. But my dad n-never shows his hatred of me around my mum. She doesn't know all the things he says to me, all the things he does. If I told my mum what he was doing to me, I'm scared that he would do even worse things to me.” Scootaloo just looked to the ground with a frown.

“Scoots... Ah didn't know. I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. You didn’t know.”

Everything was still. Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were silent, and things were starting to get awkward. Apple Bloom’s thoughts were starting to wander. She then remembered why she came out here. Her head was telling her not to mention it, but her heart said it must be done, for her sake.

“Scoots. Ah know the truth about you and Rumble... why you dated him.”

“Wh-what?”

“Ya lied to me. How could ya? I thought we were best friends.”

Scootaloo was in shock. She couldn't speak or move.

“App-”

“Ah told you everything. Ah trusted you.”

“P-please fo-forgive me Ap-Apple Bloom! I'm sorry! I didn’t want to lose you! Please, you have to unde-understand!”

Apple Bloom just stared at her with a plain expression. Every moment for Scootaloo was torture. The thought of losing her as a friend, losing her for good, was painful. Then, Apple Bloom spoke up.

“I...I forgive ya.”

“Y-you do?”

Apple Bloom took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“Yes, Ah can't stay mad at ya Scoots. You're like a sister to me. Ah can understand why you lied to me. You had reasons. And Ah respect that. Ah love ya Scoots.”

They both hugged each other, not caring that it was cold or dark. All that mattered to the two of them was that they were together.

“Scoots... we gotta make this right.”

Author's Note

I'm sorry guys if this chapter is confusing, If I get complaints of how much it was rushed, I will remake it with more detail and better understanding, Hope you guys enjoy.

Chapter 7 - Secrets Revealed and Devils unmasked.

Thanks to Alaborn For editing!

Changing hope.

Chapter 7 - Secrets Revealed and Devils unmasked

As the week went on, things started to quiet down. Apple Bloom hadn't spoken a word to you since that time she barged into your house. But at least the death stares had ended. Now, as for Scootaloo.... She finally built up the courage to speak to you. It didn't work out well. Ever since Sweetie Belle told you the secret about Scootaloo, you had completely ignored her. Every time you did, she would fall to the ground and cry, begging for you to talk to her. Sweetie Belle never talked to Scootaloo or Applebloom for some strange reason.

This all started the same day Scootaloo lied. You were still hurt and depressed. Your parents found out about what happened. They tried comforting you as much as they could, but it was no use. Your mom finally suggested you take a long walk and relax. As you walked, you agreed that it helped, but only a little.

You stood bright and tall on a hill, looking out over the wilderness with Ponyville at your back. The wind washed over your mane and fur every now and then, in tune with the waving of the trees and grasses. The sky was blue, with Celestia's sun casting a shade of orange over the grasses.

Orange.

Scootaloo was orange. She lied about loving you. All the things she did for you were a big lie. You hated orange.

No. You hated Scootaloo. And unlike her hate for you, you had a good reason. Then, a painful surge coursed through your body, running straight to your heart. Why were those words so hard to say? Why did you suddenly feel like crying? Yesterday's moments started to play in your mind.

* * * * *

“Ple-please!” Scootaloo said between sobs.

You continue walking, not even acknowledging the filly begging for your forgiveness. She had been following you since the end of school. You didn't know why she was still trying. After all, Sweetie Belle said Scootaloo was just using you for her own benefits. So why was she asking for forgiveness?

“Wa-wait! I'm sorry! Just talk to me! I kn-know wh-what I did was ba-bad. But I ha-have a good expl-explanation why!” she said, choking on tears.

Your heart became weak. Just seeing her this sad and miserable made you want to forgive her and embrace her. But another side of you wanted her to feel bad for what she did.

“Please ju-”

You broke, not in sadness, but in anger.

“Look. All you've done to me is cause pain. How could you lie? Did you even love me?” you say in a harsh tone.

“Wh-what?” Scootaloo replied in a panicked tone. She knew what was coming next.

“Sweetie Belle told me.”

“N-no...” She said

“Rumble, aye? Broke his heart the same way you did mine? Lied, like you always have? I trusted you! I loved you, and you just used me. You used us,” you say in a low tone.

“I kn-know! I'm sorry! But that isn't why! I still love you! My dad ha- ”

“Scoots, just get away from me, I....”

Those words. They were so hard to say.

“I hate you.”

And with that, you left Scootaloo crying into the ground. You had never heard her cry so much. You kept up your pace, heading home. The sound of crying grew distant, but it couldn't stop a tear escaping your eye.

* * * * *

“Hey!”

A voice suddenly came from behind you, interrupting your thoughts. You turned around, revealing a yellow pony with bow in her red mane.

“Ahm talking to you!”

“Oh, it's just you. What is it?” you say.

“Don't give me that tone mister! You know darn well why ahm here to talk,” Apple Bloom protested.

“How should I know? Just please leave me alone. I feel li-”

“Come on! Why didn't ya give her a chance to explain herself?” she asked.

“Knowing her, she would have just lied ag-”

Apple Bloom's hoof connected with your face. You expected a hit from the strong earth pony filly to really hurt, but it just left your face stinging.

“Listen here! She ain't lyin'. If you really knew what was happening between us, you would go straight to her!”

“What do you mean 'us',” you say in confusion.

“Sweetie Belle and Ah have been affected by this too! If you knew what really happened you would not even be friends with Sweetie Belle,” she said.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Wow, you sure are dumb,” she replied in a harsh tone.

“Sweetie has been there for me from the very start. She is the on-”

“She set you up!”

Everything went silent. The only sound in the air was the gentle wind blowing through the trees.

“Scootaloo gets abused! A lot! How do you think she came to school on Tuesday with a bruise?”

“She....she does?” you said, no emotion in your voice.

“Yes! And you know why Scootaloo broke up with you?”

“Wh-why?”

“Somepony told her dad about you, and he made Scootaloo break up with you. He made her by hitting her. And you know who told him?”

“Wh-who?” you replied.

“Your so-called best friend, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom said.

“I... I don't believe you!” you yelled, tears starting to leak out of your eyes.

“Why do you think she was acting weird when she saw you and Scootaloo together? Why do you think she was always saying bad things about her? She wants you! Please believe me. I know it's hard. She may seem like a normal innocent filly, but she's crazy and full of jealousy, and will do anything to get what she wants. Even if it means hurting her friends.”

Apple Bloom grabbed you into a tight and warm embrace. You sobbed into her mane. Was it true? Was Sweetie Belle planning this all along? Right now, you didn't know who to trust. All the things that had been said.... You closed your eyes and gave out a soft sigh.

“Go to her.”

“Wh-what?”

“Scootaloo. She needs you, more than ever.”

At first, you were hesitant to do what Apple Bloom said. But remembering what she said, about Scootaloo being abused, about a filly who's hurt and alone.... She needed you. And you needed her.

You galloped towards Scootaloo's house, not knowing the consequences that would follow.

Author's Note

Hey guys, finally posted another chapter, I feel neutral to this chapter, But, When this story is finished, I will probably do a massive rewrite, By the way we are heading near the end. Which means a long chapter is on the way. Enjoy.

Chapter 8 - Asking for forgiveness.

Thanks to Alaborn For editing!

Changing Hope.

Chapter 8 - Asking for forgiveness.

You ran down the streets of Ponyville. Storm clouds had developed from west, and the late afternoon wind started to pick up. The bright sun that was out a few minutes ago was now completely engulfed by dark clouds. A few small droplets fell from the sky, landing onto your face, sending a shiver down your spine. But all that was on your mind was Scootaloo. You hoped she was okay, and that she would forgive you for not believing her.

You made your way to the middle of Ponyville. It seemed that everypony had either already disappeared or was beginning to take shelter from the incoming drops of water. The rumbling of thunder could be heard, lightning was visible through the clouds, and it was starting to get windy. Scootaloo's house seemed like a close place to navigate to, and it was also close to yours. But with all the events currently happening around you, it was taking much longer than usual. You went through another alleyway; the ground was muddy and the wind drafted through the cramped walls.

But as you were running down the last bit of the alley, you lost your balance and tumbled down to the ground, into the mud. The impact created a splash, mud splattering all over the walls and rebounding into your mane and coat. The rain had gotten much heavier than before, and was coming down in buckets. The wind wasn't helping at all either, sending a massive chill through your body once more. You tried to get back onto your hooves. Small scabs were visible on your front hooves, a red liquid oozing out, and they started to sting. You shook it off and ignored the pain. All that mattered right now was Scootaloo.
And she needed you.

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Scootaloo's POV

Rain thrashed onto the window, making a peaceful sound of bliss. The whole room was dark, but lightning occasionally illuminated the place. Scootaloo lay in bed, her face buried into her pillow, whimpers and cries escaping every now and then. She was not taking this well. She wasn't eating, drinking, or even leaving her room. Scootaloo isolated herself from the world.
Scootaloo took a moment to think about the times when she was happy, a time when she didn't get abused or bossed around, when she could be free with the pony she loved, when she thought of you. Her heart began to hurt, and her tears stained the middle part of her pillow. Since she didn't have anything to cover herself from the cold air in her room, she was shivering.

“Scoots, get out here. We need to talk,” said her dad.

Scootaloo rolled out of bed and began to head for the door, wiping the streams from her cheeks that betrayed her emotions.. She opened the door with a plain expression on her face.

“What?” she said.

“Don't use that tone on me, missy. Get out of your darnn room, and go downtown to get me some beer.”

“Bu-but dad, it’s pouring o-outside!” she said pleadingly.

“I don't care. You go down there right now!”

Scootaloo was fuming with rage. Ever since her mum went away she had been constantly treated like trash, being told to do pointless things. If she didn't listen, there would be a punishment to follow. Well, she had enough. It was too much for her. Everything was torture for her.

“NO!”

Scootaloo's dad looked at her in shock and questioning. “Wh-what did you s-say?!”

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind. “No, Dad, I am sick and tired of you bossing me around. I can't be happy at all! It’s like you want me to be depressed. You have taken so much out of my life, the things that mean the most to me. Well, I say n-”

Scootaloo was now being dragged from her room by her father. She started to scream and move around vigorously, bucking the air. “Come here, I want to show you something you little brat,” he said. As they came to the door, he opened it and threw Scootaloo onto the hard slippery steps. She yelped in pain and started to cry.

“How dare you talk to your own father like that? I don't even want you in this house. You’re sleeping outside,” he said with anger. “No wonder your mom left you here. You can't fly and you don't have your cutie mark. You're a failu- No, you're nothing to me, I have no daughter.” He slammed the door and turned off the front lights.

Scootaloo got up onto her four hooves and tried to maintain her balance. She took a few steps but tumbled back to the ground. Then she started to crawl; this was difficult, though. The rain and the fast winds were making it almost impossible to move. She started to go into shock. Her mind was telling her she was going to die, telling her that no one was there for her. No one loved her. And no one was going to save her. Scootaloo kept on trying and trying to stand, but failed every time. Scootaloo cried into the ground. She started to black out.

* * * *

“Almost there,” you said with great difficulty.

At last, you could see your destination. But it was hard to tell due to the surrounding events and because of how tired you were. The cuts and wounds were more noticeable now; they stung as the pouring rain crossed them. Your hooves started to ache and your mane had never been so dirty before.

As you approached her house, there was something that caught your attention along the side of the road. It wasn't clear enough to let you figure out what it was, but you thought it was a old rag or maybe some kind of dead animal. But then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the scene for a few seconds. That’s when the object became visible.

It was Scootaloo.

Your whole mind went into shock. You ran over to her. It was hard to see; luckily for you, a lantern was just in front of her house. Even in the dim light, it was obvious she looked terrible. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to have no sign of life. This was not what you wanted. You wondered how long she could have been out here.

“Scoots!”

She wasn't responding.

“Please! Say something!”

You started to panic.

“I love you Scoots. Don't leave me. I'm sorry for all the pain I have caused you. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you or even listen. I never wanted this to hap-”

Her chest rose and slowly went down.

She was breathing.

“Sco-scoots?!”

You were relieved. She was alive. And that was good enough for you. But you needed to get her out of the rain and take her somewhere safe. You knew this had something to do with her father, since you had learned he was abusive. So taking her back there wouldn't be the best idea. The hospital was way too far away. So it came down to your house. You carefully picked her up and laid her down onto your back, this only sending a large amount of pain through it. Once the pain started to fade, you began to take small steps away from the house.

With the filly you loved on your back.

Author's Note

Hey guys, Been a pretty long time since I did a chapter for this story, Well for all of my stories, I've been busy through these two months with assignments and all, And then I had to get a new charger for my computer, Which to a hell of a long time to arrive, but I guess i'm back writing, this story is starting to get to the end. Hope you guys enjoy.

Chapter 9 - forgiving and regretting

Thanks to Alaborn for editing

Chapter 9 - Forgiving and Regretting

You turned the knob of the door that leads to the front of your house. As it slowly opened, a loud creaking noise could be heard, and then a low audible "thump" afterwards. Slowly poking your head through the entrance of the house, you saw that everything was quiet and dark. All the rooms had been completely cloaked in darkness. The only light to guide you came from the small flashes of lightning from the still occurring storm.

No one was home.

Once everything was clear, you picked up the unconscious filly, placing her onto your back. The two of you were soaked from mane to tail in rainwater, and each step you took left a tiny puddle of water. A cold chill came from the door as you entered your domain, making you shiver a little. Scootaloo would cough every now and then but showed no signs of consciousness or awareness of where she was. When you reached the base of your staircase, you heard a loud bang from behind you. You looked back in both confusion and fear, but then you started to calm down. It was only the door closing after being caught by the wind.

Maybe mum and dad were working again.

You began your journey up the stairs, but this didn't seem so easy at first. With a filly on your back and the excruciating pain that came from your back and cuts, it seemed difficult. But not impossible.

“Come on. Do it for Scoots,” you said under your breath.

Giving one massive grunt, you lift the filly and yourself onto the next step. This sent a massive bolt of pain through your lower back, almost making you lose your balance. “Come on, you can d-do this!” you said.

Soon enough, you found yourself at the halfway point. You were being extra careful as the ground that you were standing on was covered in the water that fell from your body. Scootaloo started to move around. This seemed to make it much more difficult than it already was. Her wings were fluttering lightly and she seemed to be shaking violently. Her heartbeat was normal, but her coughing became a little more noticeable.

She needed to lie down somewhere, and fast.

Finally, after countless painful pushes and unbelievable aches, you had made it up the flight of stairs. Scootaloo was beginning to regain consciousness, so you thought the best place to lay her down was your bed. The sound of thunder from outside was becoming quieter by the second, yet flashes of lightning were still visible. You burst through the door with the remaining energy in your body. This caused you to flinch in pain, but still you stood tall.

Once at the side of your bed, you gently pushed Scootaloo onto the comfy surface. As her body touched it, she immediately snuggled against the sheets, but still didn’t wake up. You were exhausted, and at this point all that was on your mind was waking up Scootaloo. As you look back to the filly, her mane was all bunched up and free, her coat was ruffled, and her tail seemed to be exactly the same as it was every day. A small cute smile appeared on her face. There was one thing you had to admit to yourself right now.

She looked beautiful.

“Argh,” she groaned in agony, one hoof rubbing her eyes and another scratching the back of her head. At first, you didn't know what to do. Would she forgive you for all the things you said, that you never loved her? Was she going to be angry and just walk out? Was she going to hit you continuously for all the pain she had been suffering for the past few days? It was just a matter of seconds until you got your answer.

“Whe-where am I?” she said in a panicked tone. Her head was moving from side to side, trying to figure out where she was. It was dark, but just light enough to see her actions and facial expressions. The moonlight beamed through the window, meaning the storm had cleared up and passed. Soon, her eyes met yours, the two of you now staring at each other. Scootaloo seemed to be shocked to see you, yet at the same time, very happy. Soon a small smile formed on her face, and a stream of tears trickled down both of her cheeks.

“Hey Scoots,” you said in the most confident way you could muster. You were to trying to hide some tears of your own.

“Is i-it really y-you?” she said, stuttering. “Look, I know you’re mad at me, and I understand if y-you want me to go, Im ju-”

“No, you’re not going anywhere. Come here Scoots,” you said, extending your hooves out.
Before you could even say another word, you were tackled by the filly and brought into a tight hug. Her tears were now obvious and she was crying madly, not in sadness, but in happiness. “I-I’m s….” Her head was nuzzled deep into your chest, her crying muffled by your coat.

“Scoots, you have nothing to be sorry for. I never took the time to listen to you. I never gave you a second chance. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

Scootaloo was still latched onto you, but you could easily tell she was listening. Her tears started to stain a patch of your coat, but you didn't care. You hummed a little tune, trying to see if this would calm her down a little. Her crying proceeded to slow down. All that you could was small whimpers and sniffles. Soon everything was silent. Scootaloo seemed to shiver every now and then. It was quite cold, and your mane and coat were still drenched from the storm, only making you feel colder. With no other option, you decided to speak up and break the silence.

“Scoots?”

“Mmmhmm?” she said, her head still buried into your coat.

“I think you deserve to rest. You've been through a lot lately.”

She raised her head to meet your face. The two of you locked eyes, and a small blush crept onto your face.
“I… I can't. Yo-your parents would hate me. They wouldn't want a useless blank fl-”

You quieted Scootaloo with a deep passionate kiss, causing her to blush in surprise. Her eyes opened wide as ever, and her wings popped out of place, pointing towards the roof. Once she was aware of everything, she started to kiss back, but this time more passionately. Scootaloo moaned into your mouth in bliss, and a few more tears escaped her eyes, landing onto your muzzle. Her hooves were now wrapped around your body. She was the first one to break the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths. Scootaloo was beginning to pant in exhaustion and had her eyes almost closed.

“You're always welcome,” you said, kissing her forehead. This caused her to giggle. “Now I think it’s time we ‘both’ get some rest.”

Scootaloo nodded as she scooted over in your bed. She seemed to be having a difficult time with even this small move. As you joined her, Scootaloo pulled your body to hers, the two of you rolling to the center of the bed. Just like before, her hooves and forelegs wrapped around you, not allowing you even one second to try to escape. Her head was once again buried into the side of your neck, slowly rubbing it. You were happy, Scootaloo seemed to be more than happy, and everything had finally seemed to turn out for the best. Though the thought of somepony came to mind.

Sweetie Belle.

You had remembered what Apple Bloom had said, what Sweetie had been telling you. Was it all just a big lie? You were starting to wonder what would happen after all this. Would Scootaloo and Apple Bloom be friends still, even after all this? Would there even be a so called “Cutie Mark Crusaders" ever again? You would find out tomorrow morning. But you didn't think Sweetie Belle would just walk free from this. You had something in mind for her, for all this pain she had caused to her friends over the past few weeks, the abuse and bashing, the things that should not have been said. You had a big day planned. For tomorrow, you were going to get justice, for your sake, and for Scootaloo's.
Then you heard faint sounds from downstairs, sounding like the door opening. You could've sworn you had shut the door properly. The sounds then turned into hooves shuffling on the wooden surface. Scootaloo’s ears twitched and her body started to shake in fear. Only one pony, or pair of ponies, could be downstairs right now.

“Hey son, we’re home!”

Things were going to become awkward.

Author's Note

Well this was a bit fun to write, We are closing in for the next chapter, ill be busy writing the chapter as we speak, Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Season Ending

Changing hope.

Chapter 1 - Awakening.

Celestia's sun was glaring through the window once again. Birds were chirping, and the trees swayed left and right in the pleasant breeze. Rubbing your eyes to clear the sleep from them, you felt a filly's light breath slowly tickle the base of your neck. You tried to get a grip with your hooves only to find yourself stopped by another set. Scootaloo shifted her body to a position where her hooves are now wrapped around you. Her eyes began to open, revealing the beautiful purple eyes that seemed to gaze into yours.

“Morning,” she said with a smile. Her voice sounded a bit scratchy, mostly caused by tiredness and the lack of sleep. She gave out a little squeaky yawn and snuggled her body into yours.

“How did you sleep?” you asked with hint of worry.

“Not that good. And I feel a little sick. But you being here makes me feel a little better,” she said, kissing your snout. You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, which read 7:00. You tried to get up, but a pair of hooves stopped your action. It was Scootaloo again.

“Hey umm, can we… ah, stay li… like this for a little whi… while? Please?” the tomboyish filly pleaded. Her breathing increased ever so slightly. You were about to speak out until a devious idea popped into your head. Your hooves traveled from her shoulders down to her soft stomach.

“Hey! What do y-” Scootaloo was stopped mid sentence as you rubbed your hooves on her belly. She was now in a laughing fit, begging for mercy. “He-hey aha stop i-it! Ha ha ha!” But this only made you rub faster and a little harder. She was now struggling to breathe, so it was time to stop. Her body fell back onto the bed and she gave out a little sigh. The rising sun from outside of the window was shining inside onto the filly's body, making her two times prettier. You decided to stay here, nuzzling your snout into her mane, taking in every detail of the purple softness.

2 hours later

It was now 9:00. Instead of the welcoming sun that you were expecting, it was raining, the sound of rain droplets splattering onto the window giving the morning a kind of beat. Looking over to your side, Scoots was still sound asleep, a tiny smile visible on her muzzle.

“This is my chance.” Placing your hooves onto the hard wooden floor, you carefully make your way to the door. Thankfully, the sound of rain muffled your hoof steps. As you came in reach of the door, a loud yawn came from behind.

Scootaloo yawned. “Morning... again, heh heh. Trying to sneak out on m...?”

Everything was suddenly silent. As you turned yourself back around to face Scootaloo, her face was frozen, no emotion visible. She was starting to shake faster every second, and her pupils shrunk.

“OhmygoshohmygoshohmygoshOHMYGOSH.” she yelled. You noticed the shock and fear in her voice as she sprang from the bed to the floor.

“Oh no oh no! My parents are going to be so worried and mad!!!” Her voice was filled with panic.

“Slow down Scoots. Wha-what do you mean?” you said in your most caring and low voice.

She was now on the verge of tears, shaking madly. “My parents don't know where I am. THEY HAVEN'T SEEN ME FOR TWO DAYS! I left a note on my table yesterday but that wouldn't get me out of this! Oh crap. They are going to be so mad! What am I go-” You cut her off by kissing her. You could feel her fear ease, now trembling to the kiss and moaning in surprise. But then her fear kicked in again. She broke the kiss and ran for the door, almost tripping over the rug.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go! Please forgive me! I will be right back, I promise.” With that, Scootaloo gives you a peck on the cheek and flies out of the front door, disappearing into the cold mist. The whole room was quiet, the only noise coming from the light drumming of the rain outside. You wished she could stay longer, but family does come first.

As you were walking down stairs, the word "Parents" was ringing in your ears. Of course, they would not be home for at least a few days. And today was the second day of their absence. You walked into the bathroom, eyeing the shower. “What could be better than a nice warm shower?”

Hours had passed since the moment Scootaloo said she would be right back. It was now 4:00 in the afternoon. Every now and then, you would look out of your window, hoping that the filly would be there. But every time, nothing would be there, save for an occasional pony walking by. The street remained sadly devoid of the one sight you wished to see.

In the meantime, you practiced flying. You only stayed aloft for a few seconds before touching the ground once again. Still, you had to admit you had improved over the last few weeks. In no time, you would be soaring through the air with Scootaloo. Now as for your cutie mark, you didn't quite care about it at this time, unlike certain ponies who wanted theirs immediately. By that, you meant the Cutie Mark Crusaders, who were always on a quest to find out their special talents .You, on the other hoof, were patient, and it never really came to mind.

The sun, now turning an orange shade, glared into your face as you looked out the window again. You began to think about how you are going to tell your parents that you now have a marefriend, and what their reactions were going to be. They had met Scootaloo on occasion; in fact, one time they had called her sweet and kind. They did sometimes tease you about it, but in a joking way,

It was now 7:00. The sun was now disappearing over the mountains, with the moon rising from the opposite horizon. By now you had given up on waiting for her. “Maybe she’s in trouble,” you mused. “If my parents didn't know I was gone for two days, they too would be mad.” Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your stomach rumbling. “Heh. I guess it’s time for dinner then.” With that, you sped off into the kitchen.

After devouring the dinner that your parents left in the fridge, a somewhat healthy meal of hay and daisies, you headed back upstairs. Each hoof step echoed through the empty house. Eventually you made it to your bedroom. The messy room contained various pillows and sheets scattered across the bed and floor, a mess left by this morning’s events. Without any hesitation, you flung yourself right onto the soft bouncy bed. The moonlight shined through the window and onto the door, giving the room a pale blue color. You felt tired. Even though all you did today was sit around in the house, you drifted asleep quickly, feeling the dark take over.

Author's Note

Ok guys, This is in fact the worst chapter I have ever made in my story's. If this gets positve feedback then I will continue doing this sequel, Thanks for Alaborn for editing! Enjoy!