My 'One and Only' : Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 17: The Scar

HEY SORRY GUYS IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO UPDATE😁 I WAS SUPER BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND HAD A SMALL CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK SO HERE YA GO😋😛
~T💗
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THALIA'S POV

I quickly swerve the car to the side of the road, screeching as I reach a stop. Cam's eyes immediately shoot open and he stares at me with a look of terror and confusion.

Almost as if he could see me through the small electronic stereo, Nash tried to calm me down, "Don't worry about me. I'll find a way out of here." My hyperventilating continues and anxiety spreads through me.

"Is that-" Cam starts.

"SHH!" I yell nodding.

"Don't worry," Nash rushes, "I will fi-" The radio instantly buzzes and I loose all contact with him. Cam and I look at each other and I let out a scream. Cam covers his ears until I stop.

"Okay, explain everything." He says drowsily, resting a hand on my shoulder. "I don't know where to start," I stop. I really don't know where to start. What happened to Cam is what I need to know before anything.

Looking to Cam's neck, I see a red thick scar starting at the bottom of his ear, leading down into his shirt.

"Cam..." He turns his gaze from outside the window to me with curious eyes. "What's on your neck..." Slightly tilting his head, he checks in the driver's mirror to see. His eyes grow wide as he reaches his hand, skimming over the wound, wincing a little as he touches it.

"I don't...know," he starts, puzzled. He instantly pulls his shirt off over his head to reveal his toned body. I turn my head the other way to look out of the window to give him some privacy.

"T..." he says slowly, fear edging in his voice. "hmm?" I reply facing him. His eyes are wide as he turns his back to face me. The scar, starting at his neck, leads down his back, wrapping around his waist until it reaches a stop right before the top of his pants.

"What did he do to you?" I reach my hand out to feel it, looking into his eyes for permission.

"I have no clue," he responds slowly, looking frightfully into my eyes, nodding slowly. My cold hand touches his warm body, skimming over the wound with caution that I may do damage. He winces, and I pull away.

"Sorry," I say putting my head down.

"You know, I did see a few other guys in there after 'the change' and they had a similar scar as well," he recalls.

There were others? "Maybe it's a brand of some sort," he looks at me in confusion as I continue, "like something to show who he's possessed."

He shrugs and drags his attention to something out the window. I hear a groan coming from the back seat. I look back and Dustin rolls off the seat with a thud and I giggle.

The car remains quiet as we slowly make our way back home.