When hidden from the light

Chapter 22

Damian understood and after I explained a little more he told me to rest some more and that if I wanted to call to talk with him about anything I could.

I called Elana. As soon as she picked up she started asking me if I was okay, what was going on, where I was. I answered her questions and after a pause she said.

"I'm glad you're okay."

I smiled.

"Thanks, me too."

After saying goodbye to Elana, I went back up to my room and read a book. When I went to look for some clothes to change into, my dads clothes fit me, they were just a bit big, I realized that he mostly had t-shirts, all his long sleeve shirts must of been in the wash. This was a problem.

I looked around for a hoodie but my dad didn't wear hoodies. I knew he had at least one sweater so I looked some more. This was not good, I didn't need my family worrying.

"What are you looking for?"

I turned to see my father

"Uh, do you have a sweater I can wear?"

"Not really, just the one I'm wearing right now, my others are either in the wash, at work or dirty. I would let you wear this one but it's a little big on me so it would be way too big for you."

"Would it be okay if I had it for today?" I asked, desperate.

"Sure, the house is warm enough for me, you get cold easily?"

"Yes." I replied.

I thanked my dad and went to have a shower. After my shower I got dressed in a t-shirt, long pants and the sweater. I know it was rude to ask my dad for the sweater when he was wearing it, I just couldn't let my family know. If they saw... If they saw the... scars. I didn't want them to worry, they didn't have to know.

The scars on my arms were from a few criminals. Over the years, I had run in to enough bad people, one of the reasons that I had liked working for Damian. He was trustworthy and asked if i was okay after I completed a mission, he'd even thank me.

I briefly thought of stealing some makeup from my sister or my mom, one of them must have makeup and makeup always hid the scars.

I didn't think that was a good idea though because my sister was in her bedroom a lot and I didn't even know where to look.

The sweater was so big that it drooped from my small body showing a bit of one of my shoulders. This was a problem. I tried adjusting it so that it would cover more of my body but there wasn't much I could do. The scar from the bullet the police officer had shot was visible so I tried adjusting it more and the sweater was covering it up but then I realized it now showed a scar on my other shoulder that started from the bottom of my collarbone before curving around to stop at my back. This was also a problem. What was I supposed to do now?

I walked to the bathroom and quickly locked the door before searching for any sort of makeup, or anything that might cover the scars.

Hand cream, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, an empty bottle of concealer.

I sighed in frustration before leaving the bathroom and sitting on the couch in the living room. I positioned my body so the scar would not be visible to people in the living room or the kitchen. The only problem would be if someone were to walk towards the door.

Maybe I should just leave and ask Damian to pick me up. I could come back later after buying some clothes. Damian was in the area...

I decided to call him, but just as I was about to press call, my mother walked into the house. She had been shopping in town and I wasn't expecting her to be back so soon.

She smiled when she noticed me and was about to say something until I saw the look on her face. She had noticed. I had tried to move before she saw anything but I guess I wasn't fast enough.

"What that on your shoulder?" She asked.

I kept quiet for a moment. How could I explain to her that life hadn't been pretty good. It hadn't even been good, it had been barely tolerable.

"Josiah, answer me."

I closed my eyes and thought for a minute.

"What's going on?" My sister walked into the room.

Why, I didn't want to make a whole scene and I didn't need my sister knowing about this.

Then my dad walked into the room too.

"What are you guys talking about?" He asked.

Seriously? I didn't want to have to tell one person, let alone the whole family.

How do I even explain.

I know I haven't updated this book in a long time, so here's another chapter! I hope everyone is well and staying healthy.