Dark Romance

Scars

"Alex was my exes best friend. Before me and him broke up, I made the mistake of telling him I was afraid of his best friend...Alex didn't know though. He found out that he intimidated me...so...he started harassing me. Following me. Tapping my shoulder. I never got a good vibe from him. I tried to stay away from him...so...one night...I was at a party. And he was there also. We were in a hotel for my friends party. She invited us to the pool. I didn't want to go because I wasn't happy with myself. So I stayed behind in the hotel. He got one of my spare cards I gave to my friend and came into my room...."

~•~FLASHBACK~•~

"Hey...Kyra." He slowly shut the door. I didn't know what to do.

"Uh-hi...Alex." I sat up on the bed.

"So...how you been? Why didn't you go swim?" He walked towards the bed slowly.

"I am on my period. You know...don't wanna get the pool all dirty." I lied and nervously laughed, planting one foot on the floor.

"True. I was thinking there was another reason." He smirked a little.

"Wh-what reason would that be?" I asked him. He froze for a minute and looked me in my eyes.

"Why are you so afraid of me? Hm? What did I do?"

"I-It's just that I did that I didn't get a good vibe from you." I slowly got up and started walking away from him.

"Do you know why I came here?" He started walking again.

"To talk?" I hoped. He jumped over the bed as I tried to run for the door. He caught me and slammed me against the wall, holding my jawline tight.

"Why are you so afraid, hm? I'm not going to hurt you yet." He moved his hand from my back to my butt.

"Yet?" I squeaked and tried to move his hand.

He looked me up and down, then chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't want you. I want you to remember me." He pulled out a knife and waved it across my face.

"HELP-" I tried to call out before he covered my mouth and cut my leg with the knife. I started crying and screamed, but they came out as muffles.

"I want you to remember me and what you really are. An ugly, disgusting, bitch. So...every day when you look at these marks, I want you to remember this moment. Every time you dress up and think you look beautiful, I want you to look at these scars and remember how repulsive you truly are..." He cut my stomach. "I don't know, Kyra. I think if you would've payed attention and noticed me, we would've been just fine. Don't you think?" He kissed my cheek and chuckled, walking out while I had to hold my wounds. I locked the door and took care of myself with a first-aid kit.

~•~END OF FLASHBACK~•~

"I never told anyone because I was embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry or think less of me. I didn't want Carlos to end up in jail. I wanted things to stay the way they were." I wiped a tear and looked down while he held me.

"I don't think any less of you. That Alex guy had it all wrong. You're beautiful. Inside and out." He looked me in my eyes.

PRINCES POV

She looked hurt in her eyes. She didn't believe me.

"That's why you fiddle with your fingers." I wiped her tears away. She looked down and lifted her shorts. A scar that went from one side of the back of her thigh to the other. I couldn't help but trace it.

"Carlos hasn't found out because I cover it with makeup. Carlos can't find out either. I don't want him doing something he and I both might regret." She pulled her shorts back down. "You won't tell him, will you?" She looked me in my eyes.