Scars

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"Let me show you something."

I rub at my eyes and watch in silence as Tobias walks to the end of my bed. He breaths in deeply as if he's debating whether he's making the right choice or not. I waited patiently, wondering what it its he wants to show me.

He bit the corner of his lip before his hands grabbed the hem of his shirt. He began to pull it over his head and I stopped him midway, my eyes widening.

"Tobias, what are you doing?"

He carried on, completely ignoring my question. I watched, my eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he pulled his shirt over his head, his muscles in his stomach flexing as he did so. My eyes travelled down to his 'V' where his jeans hung dangerously low. I averted my eyes, feeling all kinds of wrong.

"Tobias, get dressed," I demanded, keeping my eyes away from his body. I heard him sigh and walk towards me, his shoes padding softly on the floor.

"Emily, look at me" he said and I turned my face towards him, my jaw clenched at his actions. I lost all anger as my eyes met his, they were large and held such vulnerability in them. A glossy sheen rimmed over his eyes as if he was on the verge of breaking down, right here.

"Look," he said firmly, pointing at something on his body. I inhaled deeply before glancing in the direction of his fingers. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth as I finally understood what he wanted to show me.

His finger pointed at his chest, close to where his heart was located. It was hard to see at quick glance but when you looked closely, it was clear as day. Underneath a tribal tattoo etched onto his skin was a scar. A circular scar that dipped deep into his skin. It was an ugly white colour, a sign it had been there for years.

"Is that a - "

"A bullet scar."

His jaw was now completely clenched, his face as icy as stone. My hand shot up to my mouth as I examined it closely in awe. My other hand reached towards it but I stopped in mid air -

"Can I touch it?" I asked quietly and he simply nodded at me, giving me his approval.

The second my hand made contact, I felt him breathe in deeply, his lungs taking in as much oxygen as they could. His whole posture tensed up as I ran my fingers gently over the scar, feeling the bumps.

"You were shot?" I asked, looking up at him. His hair fell over his eyes as he nodded, eyes staring straight into mine.

"It missed my heart by a few inches" he said quietly, his voice shaking a little. I had never seen his so vulnerable, so scared. His eyes were now glossy once again and he took my hand, placing it over his scar.

"If I can get through this, so can you," he said, holding my hand close against him. His skin felt warm and I swallowed the thick lump in my throat as I realised he had once been through this. He was once shot and lived to tell the tale, just like me.

"What happened?" I asked, quietly breaking the silence between us.

He opened his mouth to reply but instead the sound of the door opening filled the room. Jake stood in the doorway, his eyes fixated on the scene in front of him. Tobias immediately let go of my hand and it dropped to my side from the sudden release. He took a step back, holding his hands up in the air. I watched as his eyes widened and he turned towards Jake -

"It's not what it seems, I swear."

My head turned to see Jake rooted to the spot, fists clenching and unclenching on either side of his body. His eyes had turned completely dark, filled with fire. His face turned towards me as his chest rose heavily up and down and I shivered from the icy look he threw my way.

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