Novel & Cerita Do You Want To Know How I Got These Scars

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

It was a luxury I had never been afforded up until this moment. From my vantage point, the scar on his face was very close and I couldn’t help but reach out my hand to run down his scar. He tensed when my hands got close but he didn’t stop me and I couldn’t help but trace the raised skin. It was rough to touch and I couldn’t help but wonder how he got it and what had happened. I traced the entire length but he never made a move to stop me.

I knew, but hearing him say it made me feel more at ease and it never failed to make me fall more In love with him. “Like I want it to last forever” he sighed. I let out a soft smile. “Can I ask you something?” I asked, my hand beginning to skim across his skin gently as if testing the waters. “Hm, sure” he muttered. “Where did you get these scars?” I asked, having a vague idea of what had happened but I wanted him to tell me. I wanted to open up to me. He took a shaky breath when my hand snaked under his shirt to touch his hard abs.

"You, on the other hand, had me worried sick." "What do you mean?" I frowned, glancing down and froze. Scars. There were faint, silvery marks trailing along my arm, shoulder, and wrist, thin but clearly visible. My breath hitched as I ran my fingers over them. "Lily..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "What.. how did I get these?"

With a chuckle, I forced myself to sit up, pulling the sheet firmly so it stayed above my chest. "I don't think my scars are iconic like yours, Quinn." "Every scar counts to me." He sat attentively. Sleeping with him wasn't enough. We were now talking about scars. "This," I started showing the little cut on my knee. "Is from highschool. I landed roughly after a shot in the basketball net." "Mmm, sports girl." "Yeah, you bet," I grinned and lifted my palms to him. "I got burned while I cooked in Fernando's bar. That's before he put me in the bar."

" I can share my routine with you, it will probably work for you. Your physic is not so... I'm just realizing it, you have so much freckles. Right here .. and here, even on your chest, and your skin is so smooth, do you do skincare?" I blush furiously and thwart his hand from my chest, he's behaving like I'm a new specimen. "These marks are..." Holy shit! I wrap the towel around my shoulders consciously, the scars have not completely faded. I don't even think they ever will, Pierce is so obsessed with inflicting new ones. "I got bitten by a dog..." Why is this the only fucking lie that I can come up with? How creative, Kai! "Damn, it must have been an aggressive one..."

And then she lifted herself, tiptoeing as much as she could and I bent over to aid her wondering what she wanted to do. She held my face in her hand, thumb stroking over my jaw and then my scar, "How did you get it?" She inquired. "I did it myself." For a lot of reasons. "Care to share why?" Her eyes were sad when she looked at me and I wondered what she would think seeing the scars on my back, they weren't self inflicted but the ones on my laps were. Sadly enough, I used self harm as a means of escape and I never wanted her to see me bare because of my marks.

Reaching down, I placed my hand on her thigh and squeezed her leg. “I’m pretty boring,” Cora muttered. “So am I.” She laughed. “I doubt that.” “What do you want to know about me?” I asked her. Blowing out a breath, she placed her hand on top of mine and traced the white scars covering my knuckles. I instantly knew what she was going to ask me. “How did you get these scars?” A smile tugged at my lips as memories flooded my mind. Some of them I was fond of and other memories I would rather forget.

I ignored Jonas’ protest and went to stand beside Lisa, my eyes pleading. “Please lift your hair and show me your neck.” “Okay, okay. Calm down. Here, look.” Gently, she turned her head, exposing her neck where the scar was. I gasped, my heart pounding. It was the same. The same shape, the same size, the same location. It was Kiara’s scar. It had to be. “How did you get this scar?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s from horseback riding,” she replied, her voice trembling. Her words left me gasping for breath, my mind reeling with possibilities.

" Nothing. I got them as soon as I was old enough to do so. I thought they would look cool on my body. " I laughed at his answer to prepare myself to ask a more sensitive question. " Whatever you want to ask, you can ask, " he said like he could read my mind. " What about your scars? " " What about them? " " How did you get them? " " I was a little boy chasing big dreams and the world is not gentle to those who have nothing. I suffered and shed tears to get where I am today. I'll tell you the full story someday. "