Novel & Cerita Wanna Know How I Got These Scars

It felt so much better than anything I had ever imagined. “Where did you get this scar?” he rubbed at the scar at the base of my thumb. I blink, I had forgotten about the scar until his question. “Last two summers, I was in the water, and i got spooked by someone, he came out from underneath me and i never saw him go in, and i slipped and hit my hand against a rock. There was so much blood for this little injury.”

"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?"

I already had a bunch of ideas for us to form dance groups and post on social media to get our name out there and compete in actual competitions, one that came with both wealth and fame. It took about 6 months for all the bruises and burn marks to completely disappear from my body, I used all types of scarring creams and bruising lotions to get them down as much as possible and since my father had always used an open hand, there was never anything that broke or fractured in my body.

not yet. I don’t always get what I want, because Cole stands at the doorway his eyes going from me to my back and then he is on me with two steps. “Where did you get this?” If I knew it, it would somehow be easier for me. “I don’t know, it just appeared, growing on my scar.” “the scar you got as a child,” he whispers as he traces it lightly with his fingers and I nod. I had to tell them something after I was bared to them all the night we consummated.

this. Assuming he was still speaking to me after today. I pushed off the door and started stripping off my clothes, leaving a trail of bloodied fabric across the pristine white carpet. The staff was going to love that. By the time I reached the bathroom, I was down to my underwear, and I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror. I stopped. Stared. My body was a map of violence. A thin white scar along my ribs from a knife fight when I was sixteen. Another across my shoulder blade from a bullet graze two years ago. A cluster of smaller marks on my forearm from broken glass during a particularly messy extraction.

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

"Then let me ask you something. Do you have a scar on the inside of your left elbow?" Every muscle in my body froze and the color slowly drained from my face. Instinctively my right hand moved toward my left arm, hidden just inside my elbow, a small crescent-shaped scar. A scar I had carried for as long as I could remember. No one knew about it, not Damian, not Vivian and not even my adoptive parents had ever asked where it came from. My breathing became uneven as I slowly looked back at Patrick. "...How?." The single word barely escaped my lips.

he shrugged. “I’m asking now.” “You told me that you wouldn’t ask me about my scars. That I can tell you if and when I see fit,” he looked at me, and my stomach tightened into a little ball. He pulled my hand to the little circular scars on his forearm. You could hardly see them, but I felt them, just like I did yesterday. “These are the reason. Every little scar on my body that will never heal or disappear; I got all of them from him.”

I grit my teeth so they won't chatter as I wash the grime and dry blood off my body as quickly and as carefully as I can, then I wash the blood out of my hair, turn the water off and get out. I move into my room and sit down at my vanity, the only thing my dad the all-mighty Alpha would allow me to keep from my old room, looking in the mirror my eyes land on the 3 large scars running over my left shoulder, I run my fingers over the scars as tears fill my eyes as I remember how I got them on my 6th birthday. * Flashback * "Mummy, Daddy! " I yell and jump up and down on their bed. "Sweetheart! Why are you up so early?"

Yohan curiously leaned his head over to me, “What happened?” “I believe I got stabbed back then,” I say, feeling the scar in question throb just as I mentioned it. The scar at the base of my stomach didn’t feel like it was a small stab too. Not like the one I had back in Savanna. The wound I got back then had healed overnight, the scar that was with me since childhood still felt like it hurt every now and then. Plus, it probably was that horrible that the scar reached me until my adulthood. “It was a deep one, I’m guessing. Since the scar never went away. Sometimes, it still hurts too.”