•Dahlia•
I wasn’t ashamed of the scars on my back. I shouldn’t be. I was only an offspring of strict parents. It wasn’t my fault that my parents preferred using actions over words when it came to teaching me.
But my back was the only part of me that wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t well put-together and it was a very gory sight.
This was the part of me that River had preferred—the imperfect and flawed side. The side that showed that even if I liked to go around acting like I knew and could do anything, there was a way to keep me on a tight leash, to tame me.
When River had discovered this, he took advantage of it. He took good advantage of me, dominating me with his fists and blows, knowing fully well that I couldn’t fight for myself in that aspect.
This was why I didn’t want Hayden to see
