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See, with your eyes, heart, It was you, the wound, scars and blood, Hear, I'm calling out, Don't block me, I'll shout more loud, Oh, don't you know, My breath, my heart was taken away, Without my knowing, stolen from days, It was you, the thief who left me on bay, I'm begging, on my knees, Stop, don't move, don't dare to leave, Oh, don't you know, My pride, lust and every last breath, I give it up, block it out, It was you I wanted, till life and even after death, I'm fighting, bleeding free, Don't go, who else will help me heal?

He needs the know what he is getting his self into. Oh God help me. How will Chris take the news. Did Emery do the right thing Will Chris ever forgive the twins for for deceiving him. Don't forget to vote and comment

Why did she care anyways? She shuffled through her playlist, searching for a song to play. She clicked on her BTS’ playlist finally settling on ‘euphoria’. Damn. Memories of the day she and Daniel went to the amusement park came flooding her mind. He had played euphoria in his car, surprising her. He said it was the perfect song for the mood. Well, now it was ruining her mood. Or not. She pulled out her headphones. What was the big deal anyways? She was just overreacting.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

To master the instrument for him, I had practiced until the skin on my fingertips cracked and bled. When he noticed, his heart ached for me. "Why are you so silly, Shirley? It's just a song, and I can always listen to it in an orchestra. Look at how much you're hurting yourself." Back then, all I had done was wrap my arms around his neck and laugh. "I'm not afraid of the pain, as long as it makes you happy." But later, I did become afraid of the pain. That was ironically when he stopped caring about it altogether and forced me to give Nicole blood.

fuck fuck fuck I was so brave before, why am I backing out now I didn't know he was right in front of me, watching me "scarlet" he said jolting me back to reality I i- I h have to g g go, n n Nona needs me, s sh she needs t to w..... " shhhhh" he said putting his hands on my lips, "relax scarlet, I won't bite you unless you want me to" his voice dripping with lust

Chapter Twenty — The Scar Elena sat on the edge of the bathtub, towel wrapped tightly around her body. Steam clung to the mirror, blurring her reflection, softening the edges of a face she barely recognized anymore. The scar on her ribcage peeked out from the fold of her towel—thin, silver, and deceptively small. But she remembered every second of how it got there. The wine bottle. The screaming. The silence afterward that had hurt worse. She hadn’t meant to cry. But the moment she caught sight of the scar, something inside cracked. The tears came hot and fast—grief and rage and shame braided together.

Thick, choking and suffocating. Scar is my mate. The one stolen hours after birth. The one we mourned for years. A broken, frustrated sound tears out of me as I morph back into my human form. “Scar!” I cry, my voice cracking through the clearing. The cold bites into my bare skin, sharp and merciless. But I don’t feel it. I don’t care. I have to find him. I have to talk to him. Everything is crashing into me, hard, fast and unforgiving.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,