My Two Flames✔️

Chapter 27

Had to add in some Justin aww my poor boy :( Xxxx

( JUSTIN POV )

In every story there is a superhero.

No matter if they have powers or not, there always seems to be someone who saves the day.

Someone who gets the girl of his dreams.

Someone who everyone loves.

As I wipe the frog off the mirror, revealing the scar on my face, I shake my head and look down.

The scar was a reminder of a past that could never escape me. Even though that day comes and haunts me every day, if it never happened I would never be the way I was now.

I guess everyone has a story. Right? Everyone has a reason for why they are the way they are. My story started when I was ten and I was on my way home from my grandmas.

My mother was in the front seat, her dark curls pulled into a clip. She was driving because my father had a glass of wine that afternoon.

Even though he claimed he was fine to drive, my mother would have never of taken the risk. Not with me in the car.

"How did you like Grandmas?" My mother asked me, she looked at me through the review mirror, her green eyes smiling.

If I could go back, I would have said so many different things. I would have never of asked her the question I did.

"I hate it, " I said to her. My grandmother's house was about three hours away and her house smelt like Carmel.

She always tried to tell me how much I looked like my grandpa, who passed away before I was born, and always told me to sit up straight and have manners.

That was what she always talked about.

My mother shook her head; sadden by the fact that her only son didn't enjoy his time. My father turned in the passenger seat, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

What I remember about my father was that he was one of those guys who looked harmless. With his glasses and brown hair parted perfect, he looked like a college professor.

Till this day, I wonder if he wanted to be one.

He smiled and said. " Oh, come on, It couldn't have been that bad. " I heard him, but I didn't answer him.

That was when I noticed that I was missing my superhero. Captain America. The only action figure that I cared about more than life.

"Mom!" I shouted at her, looking around the whole back seat. I unbuckled my seat belt and looked under the seat, in between the covers and even in the back. But I couldn't find it.

"What is it Justin ?!" My mother said, staring at me in the review mirror; nervous.

I looked up at her, with wide red eyes. She seemed to get more nervous at the look I was giving her.

"My action figure! I Left it at grandmas!" My father let out his breath and looked at me, trying to give me a soothing smile.

Looking back, I should have took that soothing smile and let it sooth me. I should have; but I didn't.

"Son, we can get it when we go back again. I'm sure your grandmother will keep it safe. " My father said, laying a hand on my knee. I shook his hand off and glared at him, tears prickling my eyes.

"We never go to grandmas! I want him now!" I shouted and my father cringed.

This is the part of my story were I should have said something different. I should have just took my father's words and believed them.