A Bitter Coincidence

Chapter 13

Chapter 13.

Sam’s (P.O.V.)

“I guess it’s my turn to talk now?” Skylar said, whilst walking back to the couch. I wanted to haul her into my arms, but I knew she needed the time and space.

“You know my parents passed away years ago, just a little over fifteen years now. They were teenage lovers; so in love they married and had me at eighteen. They were happy as far as I remember, always smiling, hugging, playful with each other. They were the best, Sam.” She swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. “I was ten and we were travelling back to ours from my Grandmothers, it was a few days after Christmas, so it was icy and cold, we didn’t have time… to-to.” She stuttered and when I saw her lip wobble, I got up and sat next to her on the couch and hauled her into my arms where she went willingly. Her face was lying on my chest and her hand clutched my shirt.

“All I remember from the accident was skidding on the road, my mum screaming, telling me dad to watch out for the other car. After that I blacked out, woke up in hospital a while later.”

“You were in the accident with you parents?” She nodded. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry sunshine.”

“It was bad Sam. I had to have surgeries and I was in a coma for weeks after the accident. I had so many injuries from glass, breaking bones and…” She trailed off, I held her tighter.

“And what?”

“When we crashed, we ended up in a ditch off the side of the road, we went into trees and eventually flipped over. My stomach was impaled by a thick tree branch, I should have died from that alone, how I’m still here, I have no clue. I had to have two surgeries and I had infections and complications. It turns out I died on the operating table, for six minutes, and here I am.” I hated the thought that she wouldn’t be here with me right now.

“After my parent’s died, I went through therapy and physio. My Grammy took me in and she’s been amazing ever since. I was only ten when the accident happened, but I remember my parents and that night like yesterday.”

“What was it like? With your Grandmother?”

“Okay… she did everything she could. She supported me, brought me up, challenged me, surprised me, loved me. She raised me Sam. She lost her daughter and she still had the energy to raise me and look after me.”

“She loves you.” I stated.

“She does, and I love her.”

“I don’t understand though, sunshine. You’ve been nervous when I’ve touched you.”

“I’m scared Sam, I have scars across my stomach that people haven’t been able to accept.”

“Like people haven’t been accept mine?” She shrugged. “You think I’ll judge you for yours?”

She shook her head, “No I don’t think that, I mean not anymore, not now that I know you a little more. It’s all in my head Sam, I know it is. I just… I have this fear. When I was younger, kids used to stare and point, girls used to snicker and boys used to call me names. University was a disaster in the romance department and after that situation with the guy I didn’t bother, I was too nervous and scared to. I’m not saying all this for attention, I generally don’t like the way I look, I get nervous meeting new people, afraid they’ll say or do something cruel. Which I know shouldn’t happen since we’re all adults now.”

“Are you still nervous around me? Afraid I’ll say or do something?”

She was silent for a moment, staring into space. I was going to ask again when she spoke, “No Sam, I don’t think you ever will.” She turned and looked at me, her body facing mine on the couch, my arm still around her. She fit me like a puzzle piece. “I’m comfortable around you, you make me forget every bad opinion I have about myself.” She took a hold of my hand and held it to her chest, over her heart. “My heart is beating crazy right now, not because I’m nervous, which I am a little bit, but because being near you makes me want more.” I swallowed hard, my own heart racing in time with Sky’s.

“I’ll never hurt you Sky.”

“I know.”

“You can trust me.”

She smiled up at me, “I already do.” We both looked at each other, both staring deeply into each other’s eyes. I moved my hand to the side of her face, curling my fingers around her neck and brought her forward until her lips touched mine. Her lips were soft and tasted of the vanilla balm she kept putting on. It wasn’t a heated kiss but one that held promise and tenderness. I traced my tongue on her bottom lip and she opened herself to me, causing both of us to moan at the contact. I shifted her so she was straddling me, she tensed for a brief moment, before settling right over my c**k, the instant pressure and heat from her making me grow harder. Her hands were in my hair, tugging and twisting. My right hand was still in her hair, whilst my other was resting on her lower back, slowly making my way under her shirt. Brushing my fingers over her soft skin, wanting to feel more, I shifted my hand over her hip, causing Sky to gasp and squeak.

“Are you okay?” She nodded. I continued to move my hand over her hip, slowly making my way to her stomach. Making sure never to take my eyes off her face, in case I see any distress, I wanted her completely trusting me, I was never going to hurt her. Her skin continued to be smooth until I came across what I could feel a long and jagged scar across from her right hip to the middle of her stomach. Sky seemed to be a statue on my lap, the only sign that she was alive was her heavy breathing and there was a tension spot between her eyebrows. I paused my hand, “Sky?”

She popped open her eyes and looked straight at me, “What?”

“Can I see?” I asked.

She hesitated, but then moved away from my hand and stood up from my lap. Taking a step back, she kept eye contact with me whilst chewing on her bottom lip. She lifted her t-shirt over her stomach slowly and kept it tucked just her under her breasts. She moved the waist band of her trousers down so I had a clear view of her belly, the scar I felt ran along about three quarters below her belly button from her right hip, going down towards her left side. It was a rough scar, about one to two inches in width, there was staple marks from her stitches and patched of red and pink in places, and the skin still healing after all these years. It looked painful and uncomfortable, it didn’t look pretty and at first glass people would think it was a new scar. I ran my thumb ever so lightly over her scar, feeling the bumps and soft healing skin, thankful she was here with me now.

I moved my eyes up her stomach, towards her face and noticed her eyes tightly shut, a crease in the middle of her brows, showing her tension. A pained look on her that I wanted to erase instantly and all I wanted was to take her in my arms and never let go. I knew right then I would do anything and everything to make sure Skylar felt comfortable, beautiful and that she was one of the strongest people I have ever known.

“Sky?” No answer, but she shut her eyes tighter. “Baby, look at me.” I demanded.

She shook her head and a tear fell, “I can’t.” She whispered.

I stood up and slowly approached her, careful not to startle her or worse, make her run away.

When we were only an inch apart, her breathing hitched and stuttered, yet she still has her damn eyes closed. Lowering myself so I’m kneeling in front of her, her torso came almost to eye level, since she was a tiny thing. I noticed her hands balled into fits at her sides so I took them into mine and keeping my eyes on her face, I slowly lowered my head to her stomach and gently placed a kiss on her scar. Skylar’s eyes popped and quickly found mine, whilst my lips still grazed her stomach.

“What are you doing, Sam?”

“Does this hurt you? Me kissing here?” I nodded towards her scar and she shook her head while her lips trembled. Still keeping hold of her eyes, I kissed her again and again along the length of her scar. “This isn’t something that should be viewed disgusting or horrible. This scar shows you survived something horrible. You survived Sky. You. And you shouldn’t stop living your life because of this.” I gave one last peck and sat back on my hunches, staring up at her. My heart was beating a mile a minute, thinking I shouldn’t have spoken my thoughts, but I can’t stop with this woman. She is standing here, vulnerable and completely beautiful and it breaks my heart to know she doesn’t know or think she comes into that category. I vow right here and now I’ll make sure she knows every day what I think of her.

“Back at you, handsome.” She gave me a weak smile, telling me she’s still nervous.

“Your scars don’t define who you are Sam. In fact, they’re one of my favourite things about you and I hope to learn more from them.”

I gave her a meek smile, “What do you mean?”

“I’ve only touched a little but I like the feel of your skin against mine. It’s like we’re both hypersensitive and a million sparks are going through me. I like that in the sun and your neck is showing, that the scar picks up a bit of light and gleams, making you look like an angel with a halo. Like you said, your scars show you’ve survived something. And I’m honoured that I’ve seen you. All of you. You’re beautiful to me Sam.” Sky’s eyes gleamed when she stared at me, like no one ever has.

I inhaled and said, “you’re so beautiful Sky. You make my heart beat stupidly crazy and I sweat like a motherfucker.” We both giggled. Sky was still and silent for a few more seconds before she launched at me onto the floor and we fell over, her straddling me. Her lips met mine in a slow, heart stopping kiss. Our tongues met and danced before it changed to a hard and playful kind of kiss. Where we were practically sucking and biting each other like horny teenagers. I swung my leg up and turned our positions so I was now on top of her and she was breathing hard and the blush I love had crept up on her cheeks and down towards her chest. We locked eyes and in the silence of my apartment, the only noise was our heavy breathing and I swear I could hear the electricity between us, Sky whispered “Take me to your bed Sam. Please.”

Staring into her to make sure I heard her right, I gave her a slow yet hard kiss, licking her bottom lip and lightly nipping it. Making Skylar moan in the way that got my c**k standing on attention. In a flash, I stood up with Sky in my arms like she was my bride and she laughed and held me tightly around my neck. With steady steps I walked towards my bedroom, finally able to make this girl mine in every way.