Scara Rose, The Warrior

Chapter 73

Snow's pov

It's been almost ten minutes since Emma and JJ went after Scara. I'm getting a little worried, and I can tell everyone else is too.

"Ok, I'm going to check on my daughters," I finally say, standing up and walking outside.

Surprisingly no one tries to stop me, but follows me instead. We start walking down the sidewalk in the direction that they went.

"The docks are probably a good place to look for them," Prentiss says, "it's like Rose's number one favorite place."

"God, my children are so alike," I mumble with a smile.

We get to the docks, and turn a corner. We see the three women are not that far from us. JJ and Emma are sitting on a bench with Scara pacing in front of them. Scara is only in her spaghetti strap tank top and her eyes locked on the ground.

I nearly gasp at what I see. Scara turns to pace with her back to us and I see harsh dark lines stick out from under her tank top.

They're scars.

I feel a trail of tears flow down my cheeks. What could have caused them?

I quickly gaze around to the rest of the group and see they all have similar looks on their faces, except Prentiss and Regina. They each share the same look.

I wouldn't swear on it, but it looks like they know exactly what caused the marks.

Garcia and I give them a questioning look. Regina glances at Prentiss and then sadly turns back to me. She sadly shakes her head.

No.

Someone did that to her. Someone hurt my little Angel.

"You have to tell them," Emma states with a sympathetic smile.

"How?! How do I do that?! Do I just walk up and say, 'Hey Mom, ever wonder why my name is Scara?!'"

Oh my God. I don't even know what to think right now.

Emma and JJ raise their eyebrows in horror and surprise at Scara words. Her eyes widen in shock when she realizes what she just said. After a short moment, she sighs and runs a hand through her hair.

"In Port Royal, if a child showed up without a name, it was the responsibility of the main caretaker to give the child a first name. The middle and last name would remain blank until the child was adopted. To say the caretaker didn't give a shit is an understatement. She literally did not care at all, and we all could tell.

When it came to names, she would just look at the kid and give them a name based on how they looked. Names could be changed when they were adopted, but there's something about your original name that just sticks with you.

According to some of the older kids in the orphanage, she looked at the cuts on my arms, legs, and back and saw that they were going to scar over when they healed. She just added an 'a' at the end and put it on my record."

Oh my God.

Not only did someone beat her to a point where the wounds would never go away, but the people who were supposed to take care of her, named her after them.

This is so wrong I can't even think straight.

If Regina hadn't made a complete 360 degree change with her life and didn't look extremely guilty right now, I would seriously hurt her right now.

I hate to hear my daughter has been through this much pain and neglect. It tugs at my heart in a painful way.

JJ's two year old, Rosaline, breaks away from Garcia and takes a few steps forward. The three women all snap their heads to us.

The majority of us still have tears in our eyes.

Emma and JJ don't show any emotion toward us being there, but they turn to Scara. Her eyes are wide and she looks to be in a complete state of shock.

Little Rosaline runs over to Scara and hugs her legs. My youngest daughter finally wakes up from her daze, and she picks up the little girl.

"Are you okay?" she asks in her adorable little voice.

"Yeah, sweetie," Scara smiles, gazing down her as unshed tears fill her eyes, "I'm okay."

The little girl nods as she then reaches out to her mom. JJ takes her daughter and gently bounces Ross in her arms.

We all walk up to the four girls, and I go up to my youngest daughter. As I get closer, Scara slowly drops her head to the ground.

Is she ashamed of her scars or of me finding out?

When I stand in front of Scara, I can see the bullet scar on her chest has a small indent in it. She lifts her head slowly to look at me.

"I'm sorry," Scara says in a small voice that breaks my heart.

I take my daughter in a tight hug. I feel her tense up at first, but she quickly relaxes and returns my hug. I feel a few of her tears soak my shirt, but I couldn't care less. I'm going to stand with Scara in my arms as long as she needs me.

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I understand why you kept this a secret, but I want you to know that you can tell me and your father anything. These in no way lessen our love for you. Nothing ever could."

Scara's pov

As soon as I hear my mother's last word, I pull away to look into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes that are identical to mine and Emma's have nothing but love in them.

I feel a few tears fall down my face, and my mom quickly moves to wipe them. I smile at her.

"I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you by putting so many dresses aside..."

"No, it's okay. The..." I quickly interrupt, as I gesture to my back, arms, chest, and stomach quickly, "things...don't even really bother me. I would actually love a dress that showed a little skin. I just didn't really want you or dad to know just yet."

Mom gives me a sad smile.

"Sorry it happened this way."

"Well now I'm kind of glad you know. It's a load off my chest."

Regina steps out from the rest of the girls, watching me and my mom.

"I hate to interrupt this little moment, but we really need to go find those dresses."

"Yeah," I agree, which causes Regina to sigh in relief, "let's go."

We all walk back through town with smiles on our faces.

I'm glad I got all these emotions out of the way, this wedding is going to be amazing.