The scars mended

sleepover!

I heard a beeping noise, and started to panick that I was put in a insane person hospital. I slowly opened my eyes to a different room. Turning around I saw Justin, he had an arm around my waist. He looked peaceful just laying there. I tried to get up un noticed, slipping on my slippers I went to the bathroom, where my bag was. 

I looked in my cosmetic bag where my razor lay untouched. I looked outside to see Justin asleep still, shutting the door, I took a breathe and cut, I only did three small slits, hoping he would not notice the fresh new scar.

Justin knocked on the door. Opening it up i smiled at him, I was in my robe, with just a tanktop and undie's on, realizing this I freaked, slaming the door in his face. He put his foot through the crack and smiled at me.

"let me close the door."

I barley whispered.

"are you ashamed of yourself?"

"mmaybe."

He looked me over, and rolled up my robe's sleeve's, I tried to stop him moving his hand, as he frowned.

He picked me up and placed me on the counter, holding my chin;  making me look at him.

"Your beautiful, why do you think your not?"

"I was told by friends and family, it really doesnt count."

"When I say it, does it count?"

I looked back up at him and smiled, making him grin.

"I think you've already hurt me, so it's a lie."

"Your still on about your father? I explained that."

"not.. really."

"Then....what?"

"The messages,"

"I told you it wasn't me."

I sighed. 

"Dont tell me I'm pretty if you don't want me, I don't like lies."

"LIES!"

"Yea, I know you have a girlfriend"

He laughed at me. His laugh making me nerveous all of a sudden.

"Shes just a friend, angle, your the one I really.."

Looking at him curiously, putting two and two together, and all he's done.

"you want me?"

"Why woulndt I?"

"Because I'm full of SCARS! my own FATHER left me, my mom is forced to care, and i dont have ANY friends. looking in the mirror,  I'm a waist of space, who shouldn't even exist, whose parents made a MISTAKE to keep."

"THATS BULL CRAP!"

I flinched at the noise he made. He shook my shoulders and turned me around so I faced the mirror criss-cross aplecross.

"Want to know what I see."

I nodded.

"I see a beautiful girl, with a troubled past, she's the girl who was always there for me and still is there for me, she was my summer beauty and my winter love, she wants to give up, but something still keeps her here, her eyes grab my attention, her heart has captured mine, and those SCARS, can be mended."

I smiled turning around to see his face, I could feel my cheecks heat up.

"I'm going to fix those scars."

I was about to ask him how, when he moved to take off my robe. He took my arm and kissed the first scar, then the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth and all the way down to my wrist. He moved on to my other arm, remaining eye contact and my heart skipping. 

He looked at my thighs seeing the scars, and moved me farther on the counter.

"I said ALL"

I felt a lump in my throat, as much as I wanted him to come closer, I felt weird and scared. I sighed, but he remained eye contact, as he moved up my thigh going closer to my panties, making me feel even more scared and nerveous. He stoped, grabbing my hands.

"That scar right there," 

He pointed to the only one near my pants,

"I will fix later, right now I want to ask you something."

He started leaning in to me, I gazed up in his eyes  and smiled, kissing him as sparks flew, it felt like it was just the two of us. I grazed my hand through his hair as we pulled apart.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes"