The Scarred

Chapter 10

The woman stared at her reflection in the mirror, eyes glazed over as she glared at herself, judgment passing over her flawed body. She looked back up to meet her own gaze. Just then, a second familiar figure appeared behind her, stepping closer until the heat of their body was pressed against her.

Penelope tossed in her bed, a thin coat of sweat layered upon her skin as she panted, drowning in her own heat.

Her breath grew shaky as the figure brought a hand up to her neck, grazing his knuckles along the scarred skin. He brought his head to rest against hers, his scarred cheeks creating a soothing texture against her own. His hands slid down her figure to rest on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Her eye closed, head leaning back against his shoulder.

"Jack -" She whispered to him.

Penelope shot up from her bed, too stunned to speak as tears streamed down her face. "Jack?" She cried to herself.

"This 'Jack' fellow. He mean anythin' to ye?" Liam questioned as they waited on their order, sitting at a table tucked away in the corner of the small fast food joint.

Penelope thought for a moment, debating on whether or not she wanted to explain any further than she could handle. Liam patiently waited, however long it took for her. "He did..."

"Who was he?" He tried to pry further and he noticed her bite her lip, avoiding his gaze.

"Do you want the short story or the long one?"

"Whichever you prefer, lovin'." Another pause. She took a deep breath.

"He was my boyfriend. Together for four years. He joined the Army knowing I was against it and eventually made it to Special Forces."

Her fingers began to fidget with her jacket.

"Shortly after his training was finished, he proposed to me. Then two months before our wedding, he was deployed. I haven't heard from him since." Penelope's eyes glazed over. "I can't help but think of all of the terrible things that could have happened to him."

"How long ago was that?"

"Two years." Liam reached out, covering her hand with his own larger one as an act of sympathy. Penelope struggled to prevent the dam of her eye from breaking.

"I'm not sure if this helps, but as a man that had me own love once? He'll do everythin' he can to find his way back to ye. Dead or alive. I'm not superstitious, but I think that dream was his way of findin' ye again."

Those last few words are what broke her. Tears silently fell, and she rushed to wipe them away, too stubborn to show them openly in public. She sniffed and looked away as their order was called, Liam going up to grab their food before guiding them out of the building and back to the apartment.

They ate in a comfortable silence, the TV humming once again in the background as Penelope was deep in thought. She couldn't help the gut feeling that began to form in her stomach, too strong to ignore. It began to gnaw at her, eating away at whatever thoughts tried to push it away.

Once the sun had set and Liam left for the night, she looked out of the living room window, debating on whether or not she should take any chances.

She eventually sighed and gave in, throwing on her shoes and jacket before making her way to her car.

Pulling into the familiar parking lot, Penelope sat in her car, the engine off, the sound of the city distant as she stared out at the still water. The lake was calm, moonlight dancing across its surface like silver threads. The parking lot was empty, just like the night they had met. When she had been more cautious, more unsure of the man that now haunted her.