Chains

Chapter 26

i look up at mum and dad. Wrath is stood next to me with my hand in his. it's time to go home which means leaving mummy and daddy. "alright, baby boy, you make sure your staying healthy okay?" he asks making me smile. i give him a kiss and cuddle goobye and the same to daddy.

"i love you big boy." he smiles and kisses my ear. i go back to Master Wrath and hold his hand again. "take care of him." dad pats Wraths shoulder with a smile.

"of course." he says before picking me up in his arms.

"Bye, love you!" i call as Wrath begins to fly. i squeak as we get higher and higher. "scary." i say shakily, remembering last time we did this.

"your okay." he says to me, kissing my cheek. i hug him tightly, hiding my head in his neck when my air supply is cut off again.

"Wrath-" i croak, he pulls me up to him and connects our lips, i don't know how he's doing it, must be magic, but i can breath when i'm connected like this to him. our lips aren't even moving, but he's suplying oxygen. we begin to drop making me squeak but then his tongue suddenly pushes into my mouth making me gasp as our kiss becomes hella heated. 

we land and slowly part, me panting, Wrath less panting, "okay?" he smirks making me blush and i nod shyly making him chuckle. i'm set on the floor and my legs turn to jelly making me hold onto Master Wrath, "Rain?" 

"my legs are jelly." i giggle and wake them up a bit before standing again. i look up to him when he sniffs....i tilt my head slightly in confusion.

"you need a bath." he nods and i blush while he takes my hand and drags me to his apartment. he pushes me under the shower and pulls my clothes off. he takes my wrists and unclips my cuffs making me lighter then i like. while he takes i cuffs away i just stare at the clean skin. not a scar or burn in sight. i've never seen my skin so clear. it doesn't fit. my skin is damaged, yet my wrists and ankles are clear and clean- "Rain?" he lifts up my chin before i realise i've got tears in my eyes.

"I don't like it." i whimper. he looks worried, "Look!" i show him my wrists, "their-their-" i don't know what word, "i've got scars everywhere but here and it looks so out of place, Master Wrath." i explain. tears now falling. he sighs.

"so?" he questions and i look to him, "there perfect-" he lifts my hand and kisses the clear skin, "beautiful." he kisses the next one. "you without scars is a wonderful idea to me." he smiles down to me. i sniffle as the shower turns on. 

me without scars? he begins to clean my hair as those words circle my head.....what would i of been like if that never happened? if i wasn't dumped by my Aunt, if i wasn't picked up by my Master.....i look up to Wrath, ignoring the glare and telling of he gives me because i could get suds in my eyes....but my eyes widen at a thought, "i don't like me without scars!" I blurt out making him stop.

"what do you mean?" he asks, stopping what he's doing. i look down.

"If i was never bumped by my Aunt, picked up and tortured by my old Master, i would of never been dropped off here and i would of never met you-" i explain, "Me without scars is a me without you, Master Wrath, i don't like that so i don't like Me without scars-" i lift my hands to show him, "this may give the idea of me without scars, but what is me without scars?" i question him. he stops and just thinks.

"all those years suffering-"

"was worth it!" I say firmly. his eyes widen with shock, "because each one of these scars led me to you!" I say, now glaring at him to show how serious i am.

"but you were in pain, your childhood taken from you, you were so-so- broken when you got here-"

"but i'm happy now, i have an amazing Master, a Loving Mate and the bestest friend i could ask for right in front of me, i've got friends now, people who care for me, i've been to more places then i've ever been, seen so much more, if i'm without scars, if i never got my scars, i would of never been dumped here, i wouldn't feel this way, i wouldn't see how precious things are right now!" i snap at him. he looks so surprised by me right now, "my scars may be ugly, but without them, i'm scared i might be ugly." i say, he sighs.