A Healing Scar

Prologue (Kyle And Scar's First Encounter)

Although I can only remember meeting him a couple times, my dad used to say that when I was little, Mr.Wedling would come over all the time and that I loved seeing him. After his business got big, Mr.Wedling never had time for anything anymore; that's why I don't remember him. But sometimes I would lie and say that I did remember some memories, because both their faces would light up and they'd talk about all the old memories.

My aunt had lost her job a month before my father died, so she went through a lot. Because she's the only family I have now, I was supposed to live with her, but the day after his death, Mr.Wedling came to my aunt's house and offered me to go live with him, saying that my dad had told him a week before he passed, that he wanted Mr.Wedling to take care of me. Although he wasn't being literal, it was obvious that living with my aunt wouldn't help anything.

I wanted to stay with her, but I knew it would just be selfish of me. She has bills to pay and seeing her brother's son every day would only make her more depressed. At first she refused to let me leave, saying that I need my family to get through this. She refused to abandon me.

But after a couple days and me constantly saying I was okay with it , she finally agreed.

I knew I'd be less of a burden to Mr.Wedling. I'll only talk when told to and I'll do whatever Mr.Wedling wants me to. I did also get him to let me have some chores to do, although he kept insisting it wasn't necessary.

I got to know him a lot over those couple of days after my father's death, but I've only been in his house once.

Two years ago, before my father had gotten so sick, we attended his celebratory party. My dad had decided to bring me along, and that's where I met her.

"Her" never gave me her name, but I was okay with that. I still remember the beautiful notes that echoed through the mansion.

Her small gentle fingers dancing on the keys so smoothly. The notes were in perfect harmony. Never missing a key, never going too fast or too slow. It was perfect.

And I'll never forget her flaming red hair that dripped down her back. With the black clothes she had on and red teased hair, her image screamed "rebel" but the song being played seemed nothing like her. It was gentle and soft.

I never figured out what she was doing there that night. I didn't know if she was another guest's daughter or a complete stranger breaking in. Who knows?

But I'll never forget what she told me that day.

~2 years ago~

"Hey Will! I see you brought Kyle with you!" Mr.Welding greeted us as soon as we stepped out the car.

Dad laughed and gave his childhood friend a hug.

"Hey Tom! Thanks again for inviting us to your party. Congratulations on making the deal! "

I stood beside my father as the two men continued to talk about business.

I could feel the warmth and humidity in the air, causing me to rethink my attire.

My father had told me to dress up, so I wore my best back vest and jacket on top of my white button up shirt. My father wore the same thing, which made me look like a "mini me" version of him.

But this suit already made me feel a little too warm and now the temperature outside was starting to make me sweat.

As if reading my mind, Mr.Wedling smiled, "It's pretty hot out here, so let's go inside, shall we?" and began to guide us towards the front door.

As we began walking, I took a moment to look at the house.

House? What I meant to say was mansion!