Selena

12 | Trust

SELENA MONTGOMERY

"My wounds reopening? Yes, I do feel it so please get off of me."

The mood instantly changes. The tension in the air is cut. He doesn't get off of me, but lessens the pressure instead. He doesn't say anything for a minute so I don't either. I'm so annoyed that Adam can just pin me to the ground and demand answers. He is right about me being out of shape though. About three years out of shape. 

I hate that he's right.

"Enzo should be expecting you back soon." Adam eases his body off mine, dusting the dead leaves off his clothes. The dirt and leaves are stuck to my sweat and bandages which is honestly kind of gross. Now Enzo will definitely know that I wasn't wearing a shirt. Adam takes his time to study as the scars and bruises on stomach, while I pick off some of the leaves.

As soon as I notice his burning gaze on me, I do something that I've never done before and use my arms to cover my stomach.

Covering the scars inflicted on me against my will.

Once in a while, I just wanted to end it all but I realized that would make me weaker. Weaker than my father for getting drunk and hitting me. Weaker than my mom who treated my like dirt under her worn down high heels. Weaker than Brody who helped Clay do horrendous things. Weaker than Clay who gave me the false hope of love and when he had my heart in his hand...he crushed it.

So that is why I never hurt my self. Not a single scar on my body had been self inflicted.

At least not in that kind of way. Of course, I had to dig bullets, shrapnel, glass shards etc. out of my flesh and stitch myself up. To stay alive. To keep fighting.

I wanted so much to open up and drop the walls I had built up to protect myself, but I couldn't do it unless he made the same sacrifice.

"Are those scars from when you were an assassin?" Adam asks as he tries navigates the trail leading us back to the house. Eventually coming to a halt with his eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember which path is correct.

"Is that one of your five questions?" Pushing him out of the way to take the lead.

My hand presses into his chest and I feel his muscles tense under the touch. "Only if you want it to be", he mutters under his breath looking down at me. I pause as my heart flutters from the intense eye contact. 

I snap my head away, ahead of me and walk past him. "Only about a third of them. I haven't really tallied it up or anything... but not all of them are from those days."

"Can I ask you another question?"

"You just did." Glancing back to smirk at him, stunning him for a half a second before he mirrors my smirk.  

"Fine, more questions later." The playful grin that dances onto his face makes my heart skip a beat and turn around again.

The rest of the walk back is in silence. When we reach the start of the trail, I grab my shirt that was messily thrown onto a bush. I slip it onto my body and see Adam raising an eyebrow at me. I shoot him a questioning look back but he just shakes his head grinning.

He looks nice when he smiles. Really nice. 

You sound like a teenage girl with a crush.

As soon as we step towards out of the trees, Enzo rushes straight towards me. Looking me up and down with furrowed brows. He exchanges some angry words in Italian with Adam. The both argue for a couple minutes while I just stand there silently. 

"I'll take her back to the infirmary." Adam nods finishing their privately public conversation.

The infirmary was a small wing of the mansion set up for medical purposes. It's where I've been confined to during my recovery after the escape attempt.

We walk back in through the front doors as Enzo storms off in the opposite. "Where is he going?"

"To make a personal call." Adam shrugs his shoulders but I open my mouth and before I can inquire more, he beats me to it. "His childcare let out early for the day and he needs to get someone to pick them up."

"Oh," I whisper at the simplicity of the answer. "So about the scars?" Adam is now the one inquiring.

"I got some of them from my parents." I try to shrug off the answer nonchalantly, but I can't help and shut my eyes momentarily as some memories try to break through. I turn my head down, hoping that Adam doesn't notice.

He slips his fingers under my jaw and raises my head towards his. I feel his breath fan my lips and tip of my nose as I open my eyes to look into his. "I don't know what this is. But I know it's something important." His voice is steady and sure. 

His eyes looking through my blue eyes directly into my soul.

And I feel like I'm betraying myself for looking straight back into his.

Give him a chance. An honest chance.

"I hope I don't regret this", I whisper under my breath but he hears me and a grins slips onto his face. I let my body be drawn closer into his. Resting my hand on the side of his face to pull his mouth towards mine.

Just as he leans in the close the space, a throat is being cleared and I look over to see Enzo standing right there with his arms crossed. Rossi is right beside him.

Mouth wide open. And then he starts squealing.