Heal The Scars

Hair Brushes

A smile etches its way onto my features as his gorgeous face fills my visions. The light streaming through my bedroom window nearly blinding me as my eyes are peeled open.

Hunter's locks are ticklish, rubbing against my skin as he stares down at me, "Hey, beautiful. " He breathes, face burying into my neck, kissing my skin.

Feather light touches are sprinkled on my skin. Touching my cheek with his delicate fingers, he pecks my lips chastely, "How'd you sleep?"

"Really good." I reply, last night replaying through my mind. I cant help but to smile as I reminisce the way his fingers felt on my skin, his lips on my own. Too busy indulged in my own little world to notice Hunter had gotten up to shower.

The heavy wood slamming quietly against the metal frame finally pulling me from my daydream. I clutch the sheets to me as I scramble out of bed and to my wardrobe. Pulling on one of Hunter's button downs, I make my way down the hall to Hunter's bathroom.

I step in and shower quickly, in casing myself in a towel as I pad back into my room. Hunter just now emerging from the steamy, wet, confines of the shower; a white towel hanging low on his hips as he stands at my vanity eyeing himself through the reflective glass as he brushes and styles his hair with my hairbrush.

My face contorts in confusion as I stare blankly at him through the mirror. Finally noticing my staring at him through the mirror, he turns to me eyebrows raised questioningly, "Can I help you?"

"Ah, yes. You see, that's my hairbrush and I kinda need to use it." I say, reaching for the hot pink handle of the paddle brush. I nearly trip and lose the tight grip on my towel as he yanks the hairbrush from my fingers and above his head,

"Ah, ah, ah," He wiggles his pointer finger in my face teasingly, "The only way you're getting this back," he emphasises, shaking the brush, "is if you properly apologize for the way you treated me and ask nicely."

A wicked smile settles on his lips as I gape wide eyed at him, "What the hell Hunter. No. Gimme my brush. Now." I held out my palm, fingers nanometers away from the handle when he yanks it above his head.  My hand is left dangling in the air, fingers clutching onto nothing but thin air where the brush should be.

I stomp my foot, resembling a 3 year old as I glare at Hunter. Teeth clenched and grinding together, "Hunter," I spat warningly, "Give me my damn brush. NOW!" I launch forward, elbows colliding with Hunter's strong chest as my feet lift from the ground and my fingers grasp the end of the brush, grasping it tightly. I yelp in joy.

Then its all over and i'm realizing im laying on the floor, towel barely covering my nakedness as Im sprawled out ontop of Hunter.

"Hi Baby." He laughs into my ear and my cheeks flush in embarrassment. "Hi Hunter." I say, going to stand up but am tugged back down by Hunter. The towel is now hanging to me by the opening being smashed between our warm bodies.

"Hunter let me up." I plea, the annoyance in my voice evident. Why is he so touchy today?

"No. You're staying with me." I roll my eyes and move off of Hunter. I grab my clothes from the drawer and rush to the bathroom before he has the chance to catch up. I change quickly, blow dry my hair and curl the ends. Then i apply a thin line of mascara, a swipe of Soft Lips on my lips and open the door. When I open the door Hunter is still in the same position I left him in. His muscular arms are propped behind his head and his knees are bent, legs parted as he stares at the TV.

When I walk out, he lifts his head to look at me, "What're you all dolled up for?" He asks.

Am I not allowed to feel pretty for once? I realize that im taking his comment the wrong way and I quickly change my choice of words, "Uh, I don't know. I just-..Nevermind." I shake my head and take a seat on my mattress. Hunter soon joins me and lays his head on my jean clad thighs. I brush my fingers through his hair as he speaks to me softly, "Do you want to go to the movies today?" He takes my hand and brushes his thumb over the palm soothingly.

I honestly didn't mind staying in bed all day and having pointless cuddles and good laughs. Im sure Hunter was tired of just sitting around the house and doing nothing so I gave in and agreed to go to the movies. More time spent doing something fun and productive was better than sitting down doing nothing anyways.

As Hunter got ready, I touched up my makeup even though I really didn't need it. I felt like I had to look extra good considering it was sort of Hunter and I's first date.

When Hunter returns to the bathroom, he takes my hand and leads me down the flight of stairs to his car. He opens the door for me and I step in. The cool leather of his seat contrasts with the warmth of my body as he backs out of the driveway.

I stare out the window at the beautiful scenery, admiring the white clouds hanging below the brightly lit sun. We drove over the mountains and I saw the same field of purple and pink flowers I witnessed when driving over the mountains with Daisy the time i moved here. I'd changed so much since that time. I was so much younger, lost and confused the first time. But now, I sort of had a sense of where I truly belonged. Here, with Hunter, is where I belonged.

He seemed to read my thoughts for he placed his hand firmly on my thigh and squeezed gently, showing that perfect smile of his. I smiled back, turning back around to face the window, my hand placed carefully over his reassuringly as my thoughts consumed me. Once again drifting off to how much I'd changed.

I thought back to how Hunter and I used to constantly fight and I'd end up crying and how I always felt it was right to have a blade against my skin. It took these thoughts to realize Hunter had changed me for the better;I'd changed for him. It took these thoughts for me to realize that I had someone special, who meant the world to me and I loved him so much. It took these thoughts for me to finally realize how madly, truly, deeply, in love I am with this cocky, yet sweet and caring bastard.

I honestly don't know what scares me the most. The fact that Hunter had me wrapped around his finger. That if he asked me to jump off a bridge, Lord knows I would. Or if he even asked me to put a gun up to my head, just so he could be happy, I surely would do it.

A warm hand squeezing my thigh pulls me from my thoughts, "We're here." Hunter says shutting off the ignition. I look outside and see the bright lights shining from the movie theater. There are masses of people lined up at the ticket booth waiting to get tickets. If i knew it would be this packed, i would've stayed at home. Hunter exits the car and I follow shortly behind, grasping his fingers like my life depends on it. He weaves us through the crowd and its as if all eyes are on me. I am bashful. Attempting to hide my face behind Hunter's broad body as eyes linger on me longer than they needed to. Do I really look that bad? Geez.

I now begin to realize what they are actually looking at. I curse under my breath as I look at what im wearing. Shorts. Im wearing goddamn shorts! I look closer and I see the scars scattered along my thigh. They are clearly visible to the human eye. I hear laughter spread in the crowd and tears threaten to escape. I literally want to go die in a hole. How stupid of me to think I actually look pretty for once. God, I'm so stupid. Before I even register what I'm doing, Im taking off running. I swing the theater doors open and run into the lobby. Everyone turns to look at me just as the tears begin to prick my cheeks.

I hear his voice, screaming and yelling my name as I sprint into the bathroom, locking the stall and collapsing to the floor. I hug my knees to my chest, tears falling freely now and that's when I hear it. That voice in the back of my head, taunting and egging me on.

Wimp. You're such a wimp, Austyn.

Laughter.

You thought I left didn't you, Austyn?

Pause.

Well now im back.

Another pause.

Remember that razor you put in your back pocket before you left? Hmm Austyn? Take it out. Put it to your skin and I promise you'll feel so much better sweetie.

I can't control myself as I pull the sharp metal from my back pocket. Fingers shaking erratically as my breath hitches in my throat as the cool blade drags across my skin.