Scars {Completed}

Chapter Fifteen

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Kenzie'e POV

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An aching sensation floods my head, making it feel a lot heavier than usual. Struggling to open my eyes, I try and comprehend last night.

What happened..?

We went to the bar, I got a drink and.. and.. Yep. I got wasted.

I take a look around the familiar room. Not my room though. It was Mark's apartment.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." Mark greets me peeping over through the kitchen.

"Wh- What happened last night..?" I ask, slowly fixing the huge Tshirt on me. Wait, I had on a dress! "And how did these get on me?!" I ask, indicating to the shirt and shorts.

If he had put them on me, then that means he saw all the scars I own.. Not good.

"Don't worry," He laughs, "You put them on yourself, though you did offer to do a strip show for me." He smirks, walking over to me with a tray that had 2 glasses of orange juice, and two separate plates with pancakes on them.

"I offered you what..?" I ask, worried of what could've happened.

"I'm messin' with ya, you're fiesty when you're drunk, you wouldn't let me stay in the same room as you when you were changing!" He laughs, placing the tray down.

"I'm glad you find me being so confused humerous." I reply, fixing my hair, and tying it up in a bun.

"So.. you don't remember anything from last night.. at all..?" He asks, with slight worry on his face.

"Nope. Why? If I said something mean, I'm so sorry!" I reply apologetically, standing up.

"No! No no, it's okay. I was just wondering," He smiles. "Here, eat this. It'll ease the hangover." He hands me a tablet that was unusually larger than other ones I've taken before.

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I had changed out of Marks' shirt adn shorts, and just changed back into my dress., when Mark started to ask a question.

"So, I was wondering- you know- if you're not busy or anything- if you wanted to have a movie night in?" He asks, playing with the last few pieces of pancake on his plate.

"Yeah, that'd be totally awesome!" I smile, attempting to make it seem like I ate at least half the pancake, when in reality, I barely ate a few bites. "I don't understand why you're so nervous to ask me out even though we're basically a couple now."

"It's scary! What if you turn me down!" He argues.

"Have I turned you yet?" I ask.

"Well.. no."

"So what makes you think I'll start now?" I question, putting a small smile onto his face. "Exactly, don't worry so much about it." I smile back at him.

A few minutes pass in silence.

"So, mind telling me why you eat so little?" He asks, breaking the peace.

There it was again. 'The Question'.

There are two answers though;

The truth- I have this awful voice in my head that basically controls me.

Or

The lie- I'm just not hungry,

What do I choose?

"I'm just not hungry." I fake smile.

"Mmhmm, okay. How about the truth?" He asks, looking me dead in the eye.