Ace
Kylie. Gget out of my head and into my carwoke up this morning and got myself a gunand when i try to walk awaymated to my obsessive step-brother
she stopped, clearing her throat so her voice wouldn't sound so high pitched but the heat still crawled up her neck, "how did you get that scar?"
I knew which scar she was referring to, the one going across my lips. Very few had the balls to ask about it. Most stared until the scar morphed into something more hideous, something entirely scary that had them shuddering with fear.
I shrugged a shoulder and stepped back to draw in a breath, "A piece of shrapnel had gotten embedded there. I mean, it could have been worse. It could have been my eye or my jugular, but it was just my lips."