Scars
1261 Words
Yelena
My eyes widened.
No.no.no.no. This can't be happening. Just when I started to kind of like this guy, he saw this.
And I did like Whiz. But I knew nothing would come of it. He'd see my scars and book it. And I can't blame him.
I craned my neck up to meet his eyes and his expression was unreadable. It made me uneasy. I needed to get out of here. Maybe this whole trying to be independent thing was a mistake. I should have stayed home, locked in a tower. Where I belonged, like the monster I am.
I turned to run out from behind the bar when suddenly I felt an arm reach out and grip my wrist. I yelped as I was thrown over a massive shoulder. His hand on my thigh made my skin tingle. That's odd.
We made it to the end of the hallway and entered a room. I knew it was one of the VIP rooms. He gently set me on my feet. I wobbled, both from adrenaline and dizziness from being over this neanderthals shoulder.
He reached out and sat me slowly on a couch.
"This couch probably has so many diseases I don't even want to know. I'll remind myself to burn my clothes later."
He smiled and chuckled. "Don't be a prude Yelena. I would still fu*k you on that couch."
Wha-what? He would? Even after seeing my skin?
Stop it. He hasn't seen the rest of your ruined body.
"I'd rather sleep on a bed of nails then this abomination."
His eyes darkened and he shook his head. Shaking out some kind of thought.
Interesting.
Suddenly my lap was looking very interesting. Why did he bring me here?
"Look at me "
I snapped my head up, meeting his eyes.
"Did you do that to yourself? Did you cut yourself?"
"And burned." i***t! Why are you spilling? You just met the guy a few weeks ago!
His jaw ticked and face tightened. Sh*t.
"Why? Why did you hurt yourself? What made you feel like you needed that pain?"
What the he*l? Most people in my life didn't understand why I did it, that I needed that pain to block out the other pain in my life, most importantly Arseni.
"I-its a long story Whiz. I don't want to talk about it. I know how ugly they look."
"Is it just your arm?" I froze.
No, it was not just my arm. Far from it.
I sighed. Something about this guy makes me pour my guts out. I don't know if that's a good thing. He'd make a great interrogator.
"No. It's not. My stomach and leg too. You start to run out of real estate after a while."
He deadpanned. I could practically see the wheels turning. Like he wanted to see it, all of it. But why? Why would anyone want to see it?
Whiz
I was speechless. For once. I usually never shut up.
I thought she just self ha*med her arm, but it sounded like her entire God da*n body. What the he*l would make this angel so hurt that she needed the pain to forget it. I mean I did the same thing but in a controlled way with little to no damage. She looked like she never let them heal. Just kept going over the same spot over and over again.
I wanted to find out who did this. Who caused her this pain? Who had the audacity to hurt this woman? If I found out, I would have a difficult time holding back. And by difficult time I mean I wouldn't. Maybe rip out their tongue, beat them to de*th with their own se*ered arms? That sounds nice.
I knew it wasn't Ivan. I saw how he was with women. How he helped with Alex. He never would hurt his baby sister. I also know he would have protected her as much as he could. But I had heard stories about their dad. He sounded like a monster.
When I looked back down, she was crying. But not like a normal cry. Completely silent as tears poured down her face. Like she had practiced her entire life to not be heard.
I reacted before my brain caught up. I picked her up off the couch and slammed her body into mine, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. She tensed but didn't pull away. And then she relaxed and wrapped her arms around my kut. Still silent, but my shirt was getting wetter by the second.
I laid my cheek on her head and let her cry until I assumed was dried up. That was probably years of anguish waiting to come out.
"Come on, let's get you something to eat and then I'll take you home."
I heard a small "I'm not hungry." Followed by a very deceitful stomach grumble.
"Liar." I whispered.
She laughed and stepped away. Suddenly I felt too da*n cold.
"Ok. I could eat. And thanks Whiz. I don't know what came over me. It's in the past I need to move on."
"It might be in the past, but that doesn't make it hurt less. And you shouldn't hide those scars, they show how you survived."
"Ya right, they're horrible, ugly. I look like a monster."
"Woman, you're getting dangerously close to being thrown over my lap and spanked. You are not a monster. Your scars do nothing to me besides make me want to ki*l whoever or whatever made you need that pain. Now let's go eat."
Her eyes and pupils were wide. Mouth agape. Huh. I think my little vixen likes the sound of a spanking. I think some controlled pain would be good for her.
Yelena
We rode in comfortable silence to Margie's diner. I had only had breakfast here and it was amazing. We took my car, there was no way in he*l I was getting on the back of a bike. Whiz looked disappointed and even gave me puppy dog eyes but gave up.
Halfway through our meal, Whiz spoke up.
"What about tattoos?"
"What do you mean?"
I mean, if you don't want to sport your scars you could always get them covered with tats. They won't fix what's inside, but it might make you feel better.
I hadn't thought of that. And it wasn't a terrible idea.
"I guess I never thought of it. I wouldn't know what to do."
"What if I draw up some ideas? I can do a few and let you take a look. See if you like any of them. You can add or take out whatever you want."
"You draw?"
He smiled and winked.
"And tattoo. And pierce. I'm a mysterious genius babe."
I rolled my eyes. "But no really, that's awesome. How long have you been doing that?"
"Drawing? My entire life. Tattooing? About 15 years." He seemed so proud, and that was adorable.
"You do not look that old, 15 years?" And he didn't. I thought he was maybe 35.
"You flatter me vixen, 42." Oh. Ten years older than me. I never dated older guys. I never really dated at all.
Wait! Date?! This NOT a date.
"And how old are you? Please tell me over 30. I won't feel comfortable if you're under 30 considering the things I've thought about doing to you.
I choked. Inhaling my water.
"Whoa! Sorry! Should have waited to drop that bomb until after you swallowed." He patted my back gently. This guy was something else.
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