FORSAKEN

Scars

I sigh, knowing fully well he used his scar to keep people at a distance; I used to do the same thing.

“Are you scared?” A hint of amusement filled his voice; oh boy,  he was going to be so disappointed in me. 

“How’d you get that?” He pushes my hands away from me his voice desperate, I look down to see that I was scratching at my own scar that I had across the top of my chest, still looking like a bruise I pull my tank top back up, pulling at the tinny shorts as if they too would magically get longer and cover my exposed body.

“Okay rude, but I was going to ask you the same question. Also why the hell would I be scared just because you told me to be, my mum told me not to eat dessert before dinner and I can't say I've listened much.” I try not to stare at the scar on his face but look in his eyes instead, something I could never get sick of looking at.

 I had to be dreaming, a dream inside a dream, this can’t be real, god I hope it isn’t.

Believe it darling, s**t is real and just plane weird. I groan to myself, not the time to be having a fight with yourself bud. 

“Stop being a smartass for two seconds, tell me where the hell you got that scar!” He was shaking my shoulders.

“What in the hell is going on.” A male voice called walking up behind him.

“Elliott, let her go, man, I don’t know what the hell you are thinking right now, but snap out of it.” Great his friends are here to save the day; his eyes never leave mine both of us stuck in some kind of stare off.

“Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on here?” Elliott’s friend asks, making me give him an annoyed look.

“Where did you get that scar?” My voice trembles, deceiving me right in front of him.

“Okay, wow. Firstly, I will be the one asking the questions here missy” A girl sighed walking out from behind the friend another girl behind her.

“Right like anyone’s believes that you’re taking care of the situation Dallas, we want people to actually survive this.” Great! Exactly what we needed right now, more jokes; I swear someone somewhere should be waking me any second now and I’m going to cry of relief that whatever the hell this is didn’t happen.

“They look fine, can we just go.” The other girl says whoever invited her sucked.

“Everything was fine until you three showed up. I was handling it, and speaking of you two, what the hell.” Elliott huffed at the girl; his attention focused solely on me.

“So, you talk now? My god, it’s an actual miracle, should we keep her here forever?” Girl number one was my favourite so far.

“Elliott get over yourself, the only thing you were handling was the poor girl’s arm.” I really liked this girl!

“Bianca’s right, this isn’t you.” Dallas chimed in. Oh well that seems like a stretch, I wasn’t convinced;  he’d done nothing but portray himself as an enemy since we started speaking.

“I’m sorry, their right. I shouldn’t have acted like that.” I wasn’t sure I believed he was sorry, but I appreciated the gesture. “I’ll walk you back to town.” Elliott offers, obviously trying to get rid of them, I had more questions I was sure I wasn’t getting while they were around but that didn't mean I had a death wish. 

“Yeah right, like I’d let that happen, how about you go cool of somewhere and try not to attack any other poor girls and I’ll get this one back safely.” Bianca offers, Elliott looked at me raising an eyebrow waiting for my approval, I nod, words failing me under his gaze, he sighs.

“Fine.” He barks at her,  Bianca grabs my arm pulling me after her.

“I don’t know what the hell magic you used to get him talking but we may need some more to shut him up now.” I was being confused, my head was going through the situation on repeat, trying to figure out what the hell has just happened. 

“Sorry I don’t understand, got him talking?” What did that even mean? I put my hands over my shoulder, Bianca smiles and hands me a jacket she had hung over her arm. 

“I’ve known those two my entire life, and that was the first time Elliott’s spoken in front of me ever let alone having an actual conversation with a stranger.” Bianca seemed like the type of friend you didn’t approach because you thought she was to mean or bossy but once you knew her you knew how much love for the world she really had.

I look back one last time as we near the tree line, I couldn’t seem him, but I knew those eyes had followed us the whole way, my body shock,  keep walking Avigale, I tell myself like it might actually make a difference. 

“Sorry. I’m so rude I don’t even know your name?”