Chapter 15
Two Truths just because one secret is out does not mean they all have to be.
He lets go and crawls back out of my window.
“Good night, Scar.” He leans in, silently asking for another kiss.
“Thank you for tonight." His eyes deepen before I kiss him. Pulling away, he starts down the trellis, and I shut the window, keeping it unlocked for next time, in case he wants to break in.
Lying in bed while I wait for Levi to get home, my mind runs on lust and relief. One secret is out. One truth and the weight that is lifted is huge. He saw me at my worst, and he stayed. He stayed, he kissed me, he kissed my burns. He looked at me and all my wreckage, and he saw beauty.
He asked me if my dad hurt me, and I lied.
I had the perfect opportunity to tell him, and I didn’t.
To be fair, he was asking about the burns, and those are from me.
If I had lifted my shirt any higher, those black and blue bruises would have been from him.
Tonight, I spoke two truths and one lie, and it kills me to lie to him, but the truth is dangerous.
I lay back on my pillow, and my phone dings.
Spencer
Made it home ;) Good Night, Scar. You never have to thank me; thank me by letting me be your person, and that will be thanks enough.
My heart aches with relief, as if one secret has finally been given a breather from being bottled up.
I was terrified when he walked in, and I was caught.
Guilt washed over me mixed with a downpour of regret; it wasn't that I regretted what I had done, but rather that I regretted how my actions had made him feel.
The catastrophe in his eyes, the quiver of his chin, and the ache in his chest when he would breathe.
I did that to him, and that was a ball of grief I didn't expect.
Me
Glad you made it ;) Good Night, my person.