"Well, I need to tell my no-good dad to leave." I sighed. He sat up and looked at me wearily. "Are you sure you want him to leave?" He asked. I nodded and sighed, "Yes, sometimes mental scars heal and don't leave marks... He marked me, he permanently marked my body. The wound healed but I'm stuck with this on my face." I grumbled. He hooked his finger under my chin and leaned up, he kissed each line of my scar and my body trembled.
"As I said all those years ago, they're your battle scars, shows you survived." He breathed. "You remembered?" I choked. "I remember everything about you and me." He smiled. "I've loved you for years, just because I didn't show it, doesn't mean I didn't notice all the little things you did." He added. I smiled brightly at him and grinned. "Apart from the fact y
