Battle Scars (Samuel Emerson x Reader)

New Life

*Sameul POV*

Beckett said that my first step to a new life was going to school like other kids. I didn't have much a choice since we had to blend in, but I only agreed to going to the school for a half day with only the necessary classes. We shook on that and today was going to school for the first time in what seemed like forever. Beckett woke me up with a start by chucking a pillow at me. 

"School day, Sammy! Get your butt up so we wont be late." Beckett said as she threw my jeans and a t-shirt at me next. I got up and decided to wear gloves, not only because its cold, but because I don't wanna scare people who might wanna be my friends off with my healing pinkie. I got ready quickly, fixing my bed head in the mirror and skipping breakfast since the bus would be coming any minute. I got to the bus stop just as the bus pulled up. Some kids looked at me since I was new which made me slightly uncomfortable, but I brushed it off and found a seat to sit. I was alone in that seat until I met her... She was so gorgeous... 

"Mind if I sit?" she asked as she stood next to my seat. I shook my head and scooted to give her more room.

"Not at all." I said. She giggled and sat down before speaking up again. She turned to me the best she could in the small space and smiled. 

"I'm (Y/n)!" she said as she extended her hand to me. I took it with my gloved hand before realizing she wanted to know my name too.

"I'm Samuel. Nice to meet you." I said with a shy smile. She giggled and spoke up again, this time I realized that she seemed to be from the U.S. since she didn't seem to have the same accent.

"You know, Samuel, I've always liked British accents, but I think yours is my favorite. It's different and cute." the girl said as she smiled at me. I felt heat rush to my cheeks. 

"T-Thank you." I stuttered. The pulled up to the school and (Y/n) offered to help me with my schedule. 

"I'm a bit surprised, but we have most our classes together! That's so lucky!" she said as she looked at my schedule. She smiled at me just as I was looking at my gloved hand, specifically thinking about my cut pinkie. She looked at my gloved hand before gently taking me by the wrist and leading my out to the courtyard where there was a cherry blossom in mid-bloom. 

"Sam... Take off your glove please.." (Y/n) said as she sat under the tree. I froze, my eyes wide in fear and shock. 

"I-I can't..." I replied as I touched my raw pinkie through my glove. (Y/n) stood up and gently smiled at me.

"Sam... I know we just met, but I'm not going to judge you or tell anyone. I only want to make sure you're okay..." she said, looking into my eyes, seeming worried. 

"How do I know I can trust you...?" I asked, worried she was just toying with me so she could stab me in the back later. 

"I'll show you something wrong with my if you show me your hand." she said, clearly feeling uncomfortable with her offer. If she was nervous about showing me something than I guess she was telling the truth. 

"Fine... but you go first..." I said as I held back my nerves. She nodded and smiled, starting to pull her shirt up just above her belly-button. I noticed an red mark that was half hidden by her shorts. She tugged them down only by an inch to reveal a perfectly shaped heart scar, clearly from a burn... 

"What the hell happened?!?" I said, gently touching the rough scar as if it were still a wound with my not gloved hand. She blushed at the contact and I pulled my hand away, realizing that I may have overstepped my boundaries. 

"My father had too much to drink one night... So when he got mad at me for back talking him... he pinned me down and branded me with what he used to brand his cattle with... I begged him to stop, but he only pushed the hot metal harder on my skin until my mother walked in.. and shot him..." she said as she put on a brave face despite the tears that were welling up in her eyes. 

"Holy shit... I'm so sorry..." I said as I tried to think of how I can help her, but before I could, she took me by the wrist gently, tugging at the bottom of my glove lightly. She looked at me for permission, which I found cute, and when I nodded, she gently pulled off the glove to see my still healing pinkie. Her eyes went wide and I froze, thinking she was gonna leave, but instead, she pulled me into a hug. I loosened up and she gently took my wrist again, sitting me under the cherry blossom. 

"A gloves not gonna be enough coverage for you to properly heal..." she said as she pulled a first aid kit out of her backpack. She gently took my hand and cleaned my pinkie before wrapping it in gauze that were held in place by medical tape. She took scissors and I flinched away slightly, not sure what she was doing. 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just don't want to suffocate your finger so I'm gonna cut a little hole in the top for airflow." she said, gently taking my hand again. I let her carefully snip a little bit of the wrap off, letting the air hit my wound slightly. 

"Thank you.." I said, looking at my newly wrapped pinkie. She shook her head and smiled before her face became sad. 

"What happened to cause that, Sam?" she asked with a concerned expression. I sighed, deciding I owed her for being so sweet to me. 

"My father was a drunk and a gambler which left us with practically no money, so my brother, Beckett, and I turned to thievery. I would preform the Shakespeare I had memorized and he would pick-pocket the crowd.. One day, some girl I thought was my friend came by like she did every once in a while and she just slashed me pretty bad... She took the piece of my pinkie with her for some reason..." I said, scared that I was saying to much. 

"That's awful! What kinda sick girl would do that?!" (Y/n) said, clearly upset as she pouted. I chuckled at her cuteness before the bell rang for class.

"Wanna walk to class with me? We have the same classes anyways." (Y/n) asked, extending her hand to me so that she could help me up. 

"Sure, thanks!" I said, realizing that I was starting to fall for (Y/n).. She was so cute and so sweet and understanding too. Damn... she was irresistible...