Uncle Sam let out a low breath as he stared at all of the bandages covering me and Dad stared me in the eyes.
"Jess, these weren't here earlier. Where did these all come from?" He asked me and I swallowed.
"It was a glamour. Daemona did this to me before she made me her vessel. She called it my punishment, a way for me to learn who was in charge." The tears began to spill over again as the memories began to play in the back of my mind.
"Then, when she possessed me, she didn't want to deal with a scarred up vessel so she used a glamour to hide these, but it also kept them from healing. It must have worn off while I was sleeping." Dad and Sam exchanged a look before coming closer to me. Silence filled the kitchen as they began to take the bandages off to observe the damage. I could see in their eyes that it was bad. No one said anything as they removed bandage after bandage. Soon, I sat there shivering as the only thing with bandages still on it was my left forearm. My dad reached for it but I pulled it close to my chest.
"No. Please. Not this one." I begged softly, clutching it to my chest. I couldn't let him see it, couldn't let them read what everyone thought I was.
"Jess, what don't you want me to see now? What is so bad that you have to hide it?" Dad demanded softly, lifting my chin.
"The truth. About me." I murmured and Dad stared at me, not quite getting it. But Uncle Sam did, because he pulled my arm away from me and unwrapped the bandage, showing off the message for all to see.
"Oh my word. That witch. That demon is going to pay." Dad seethed as he read what I had been hiding and Uncle Sam nodded angrily.
"Jess, don't tell me you believe this crap?" Dad said, staring at me again as it hit him.
"Dad, I know that demons lie. But they also tell the truth if they know it will mess you up enough. I think I can tell if it's a lie or not." My voice cracked a couple of times as I spoke and I looked over to my worst injury, the first one Daemona had inflicted.
Carved with a knife in my left forearm from the elbow down was the word WEAK.
