His Scars

3. Dry Spell

Hey Kids,  

I hope you're enjoying the story so far. 

I had a random Spotify playlist playing in the background and ended up writing this chapter to "Little Things" by One Direction which is a song that made it into a scene in my previous book "Broken" 

Brought back some fond memories. 

Do comment and let me know your thoughts on the chapter <3 

Thenks. :)

SAGE

I lay on my bed, wet hair, wet clothes and all; staring up at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. God, I was such a child. I may have been a little judgmental today. Because of his scars, I had just assumed that Kane was one of the bad-boy types. I mean, he still could be I supposed but it seemed like it was first nature for him to help somebody he believed to be in need. He didn't seem to look happy about it but it was like he couldn't help it.

He also seemed to have a good sense of humour...or, some sense of humour. He knew how to laugh at himself. Okay, maybe not laugh because I hadn't even seen him crack a smile but he could make fun of himself.

I got up and began to peel my wet clothes off. It got cold really quickly, standing in my room butt naked so I headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

I couldn't get his scars out of my head. Usually, the hot water would melt all my thoughts away. I would only focus on the feeling of the warmth on my skin. But now so many questions were rattling in my brain. How did he get them? Was he in a gang? Was it some cult thing? Was he supposed to mar his own face to be a part of the cult? Was he the sacrificial lamb that escaped?

Okay, I might have been veering way off course but I couldn't come up with any plausible reason as to why his face looked like someone had taken a knife to it. At the thought, my heart clenched. What did actually happen? What had he been through?

Would he kill me if I asked him? Probably would. He seemed like he was barely tolerating me as it was.

I got out and wiped myself down before drying my hair.

As soon as I stepped into my room, I could smell the warm scent of cookies wafting up.
Mouth watering, I sprinted down the stairs, almost sending myself to a very early death. My mother was just taking those delicious babies out of the oven.

"I've literally been waiting here for fifteen minutes so I get a cookie first." My brother, Caleb was lounging in a chair by the dining table, his extra-long legs spread out in front of him. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah like that ever made a difference to you. Even when I'm here before you, you always get a cookie first." I pouted, sitting in a chair next to him.

He ruffled my hair. "Yeah, because I was here first. I was here before you were even thought of."

"Shut up you two. Seriously, both of you drive me up the wall." My mother snapped. Caleb got up and hugged her from behind, his giant body completely covering her smaller one. He picked up two cookies and tossed one to me. We bit into it at the same time.

"Mmm." I moaned as it practically melted in my mouth.

"Oh mama, nobody's cookies could ever come close to being as good as yours," Caleb said.
Suck up. In spite of herself, my mother smiled and I rolled my eyes.

My mother sat with us at the table and helped herself to a cookie. "How was your day sweetheart?" She asked me and I launched into the events of the day.
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