Wanna Know How I Got These Scars Novels & Stories

What did it even matter? I stared at the scars on my back in the mirror for many minutes after I got out of the shower, scars that had been inflicted on me by my mate and his father, scars that’d stay there forever. I’ll never be able to wear any dress that reveals my back because of those scars. I traced the thickest of them with my index finger, starting from my waist all the way to my middle back. My fingers couldn’t get all the way so I stopped and sighed. Zayden did that to me.

“Where did you get those scars from?” She remembered the ill way she had been treated at her step-parents' house, the way she had been bullied in school, and worst of all, all she went through at the hands of Shawn. All those experiences left both physical and emotional scars on her, the worst ones coming from Shawn. There was a little scar on her cheek that was starting to fade away. Another scar on her neck, this one was more obvious and looked fresh, there were also various scars on her hands and tummy and she had almost forgotten about them.

He shifted, and tried to pull his leg away from me, but I held it still by the kneecap. “Relax, I’m not trying to do anything to you. I’m just seeing if you actually did get everything right.” I mumbled, and stopped when I found what I was looking for. A small raised area if skin that was placed right in the center of my inner thigh. A scar that I had since childhood. I had nicked myself on a sharp rock while trying to reach my father, and it had sunk itself deeply into my soft skin. I had cried for hours over the sharp sting of the injury, and my bloodied and ruined shorts, but my father had patched me up with all the patience in the world, and a soft smile. I had been worried, even so youn

I tried to blink back the tears but instead they fell down my cheeks one after another like a passing train. “What were they supposed to see? My bald patches, from all the times I was dragged by my hair?” I asked letting my hair lose. “The scars? From all the times I was whipped and tied up?” I asked letting my towel lose doing a 360 turn so that Logan could see all of my scars, blue, green, red, black, purple, all the colors that covered my body, blisters, cuts, bumps and lumps.

Jace was gorgeous, it was what startled me when I first saw him; Mesmerizing blue eyes, perfect nose, perfect teeth, jaw that could cut glass… “He’s too pretty. Flawless? I don’t know how to describe it.” I shrugged and cut into my stake. “And you don’t like flawless?” “It feels characterless, like the person doesn’t have a story to tell about their lives or like they haven’t done anything. It’s a bad take, I know, but- For example,” I showed him a scar on my wrist. “I got this three years ago when the kitchen door slammed into my hand. I raised my elbow revealing another scar. food festival; A guy tried to snatch my purse and I refused to let go of the strap. These are the resulting burns.

“Oh my god your covered in scars” “Yeah” I mumbled while looking at my feet “You poor thing, no wonder none of the guys are trying to get with you. Your damaged goods, I thought my boobs looked bad with the scars after my surgery, but you are covered in scars, and you don’t even have large boobs to make up for it”.

It's a miracle that the shot didn't kill me. I turned around to see all the other scars I had. Most were on my back, but I had some on my side and leg. Some were long strips from getting whipped. Some scars were small or medium in size from getting stabbed. Some wounds were from getting burned. It's strange how I forgot about them; I suppose I was just used to them. I put the razor down and leaned over the sink. My mind was all over the place. Ben was in the hospital, and the memories from my past addiction started returning.

She said trying to change the topic as she suddenly felt hot even though the AC were on. “ Okay ” Scott said and then he told her how he got the red scars on his back from the orphanage with the torture and maltreatment he received everyday from the woman taking care of the kids there. He also told her how he got the stitches on his stomach and Vanessa didn't know when she started crying. His story was touching. She could almost imagine the pains he passed through as a toddler, at such young age. Even if she was angry with the wicked woman who had maltreated him she was more angry with the witch who had stabbed him on his stomach several times because of her stupid infatuation over him.

A new mate? I undid the clasp on my bra and noticed a jagged scar in the reflection, just above my collarbone on my left shoulder. My fingers grazed over the grooved flesh and I quirked a brow. I trailed over the back and was astonished to find another scar. A healed cut – through and through. What the hell happened to me? I turned around to see my reflection in the mirror. Wetness touched my eyes as I uncovered a litter of scars traveling across my back. Older marks and welts cracked over the skin like dried paint. These weren’t accidents. These were cuts... lash marks.

Like he'd decided the risk was worth it. I undid the next button on his shirt. The one I'd been staring at for the entire conversation. His skin appeared — warm, smooth, a scattering of dark hair across his chest. The scar on his ribs that I'd seen in some corporate photo and had spent probably way too much time fantasizing about. "Tell me where you got this," I said, tracing the scar with my fingertip. "Rock climbing accident. Freshman year. I was being stupid. Fell twenty feet and got impaled on a rock outcropping." He exhaled as my finger traced the length of it. "Should have killed me. Barely missed everything important."