Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

“I am equal parts impressed and concerned that you wrote this.” -My Husband

We now im really intrigued.

A serial killer went out of his way to return my most important belongings.

She's gentlemanly at least?

I can continue to be defiant and die in this disgusting alleyway, or I can let him follow me into my apartment, in which case he’ll kill me in the comfort of my own home.

Pick option two.

The serial killer in my apartment tucked me into bed after I passed out and he made sure to put my socks back on my feet so they wouldn’t get cold.

10/10 still a gentleman.

“Is this the part where you murder me?” I ask, letting out a trembling exhale. “Because I’ll fight back.” I grab the taser resting on my kitchen counter.

Damn straight. Zap zap.

“You work at Reeves Enterprises?” “Yes,” I say breathlessly. His head snaps to me. “Don’t tell strangers so much about yourself.” “You asked!” As if the card wasn’t already a dead giveaway. “Do you tell every person you’ve ever met where you work?”

To be fair home girl just trying to stay alive. Jeez.

He slinks back to my bed and sits on it with a heavy sigh and so much force it scratches across the floor. He manspreads on the mattress like he owns it, and I cross my arms over my chest. He looks up at me and has the nerve to wink at me from behind his stupid little mask.

hes like a cat.

“No! God, what is wrong with you? Neil Hayden being a dickhead isn’t grounds for murder.”

Isnt it though?

Telling a serial killer that I was planning on turning him in for money seems like a quick way to end up with a bullet in my skull.

Uh you think?

I’ve got as much curve as a two by four, and the sex appeal of a plastic bag.

Ssame girl same.

“I don’t understand why you’d do something like that for a nobody like me.” His answer is immediate, like it’s been rehearsed. “You’re so much more than a nobody, Elena.”

Awe

Rich people are nuts.

I’m forced to choose between holding up my towel or fighting against the Silencer’s grip, and I choose my towel easily. I use my foot to kick him in the shin and he chuckles before letting me go.

At least she tried... something.

“You look adorable when you’re trying to be intimidating.”

Hehe

“It’s in case you ever need help,” he explains. I lift the chain to examine it. “The charm attached is a silent panic alarm. You turn it on by clicking it five times. You’ll feel it vibrate, and it will send me an alert with your exact location. If you press it, I’ll come. No matter what.”

awe he may be pyscho but awe

“I don’t want to kill you, angel. I want to keep you all to myself. You’d better take off those rose-colored glasses and accept that the only place you belong is in my black heart.”

I accept.

“They need to know what happens when they touch what’s mine, Elena. They’re going to convert religions, because they won’t be praying to God, they’ll be praying to me. Begging for my fucking mercy after I hunt them all down and show them the true meaning of fear.”

Somethings wrong with me because I love all of this.

you’re so concerned about my humanity, Elena, then reach into my soul and find it, because I’m not sure I have any left.”

Prison is the least of their fucking problems right now. ​Can’t go to prison if you’re dead.

I mean...... hes not wrong.

Can’t remember the last time someone had the balls to shoot me. Respect.

..... bro... i dont wanna laugh but how can you not love him.

“And you are the object of my insanity.”

Did I really almost just let a serial killer feel me up in a dank alleyway? What the fuck is wrong with me?

Whatever is wrong with you, we the same.

I need to love her so violently that it breaks her, and then fill in all those cracks with gold until the only thing holding her together is me.

Idk gold is kinda heavy....

Maybe not when it comes to my murderous impulses, but I’m in control when it comes to loving her. I’m in control when it comes to keeping her safe.

Those murderous impulses be a real bitch sometimes.

I’ve been in this city for five years, and suddenly, I have a stalker who happens to be a serial killer and a boyfriend who happens to be the richest man on the planet.

I see nothing wrong with this.

“Okay, um…sometimes I think about stealing the hazelnut creamer from the office because I can’t afford my own, but I’m always afraid that if I do, you’ll go bankrupt and it will be my fault, and I’d go to jail over coffee creamer.” Christian lifts his head off mine and stares at me like I’m a fucking idiot.

HA

feel the back of his gloved fingers brush along my cheek to move a strand of hair that's been stuck to my face from tears. “Who do I need to kill?”

Theres my pyscho little killer.

“Hey,” she says quietly. “You’d do anything for me, right?” “Anything, baby,” I repeat with certainty. “Will you punch Christian Reeves? I’d do it myself, but I don’t think I can reach. You’re at perfect punching height.”

Perfect punching height 👌

I don’t just want to be a god anymore; I want to worship my goddess. I want to protect her. I want to take care of her. I want her to be mine. I want her soul to belong to me as mine belongs to her, even if she doesn’t realize she holds that power over me yet.

Yes please

It’s like playing a fucked-up game of tag, only if you get caught by the psychopath in Kevlar, your blood will paint the pavement.

To be fair.... at least hes honest.

“I’m not letting you out of this car until you talk to me.” “That’s called kidnapping,” I snap back.

point Elena

“Jesus Christ, you asshole! You scared the shit out of me! What the fuck is the matter with you?” “Oh angel, you don’t know how much I miss hearing you pretend you aren’t happy to see me,” he teases,

This man 💀🤣

“Elena, you listen to me. Don’t you ever refer to yourself as ‘some woman’ again. You are the only woman I have eyes for. You are the only woman I’ve ever considered sharing my life with. I knew from the second I met you that I wanted to make you mine forever. You are everything to me.”

“There are not enough words in the English language to describe the shit I’m going to do to you.”

Well someone's mad. Rightfully so.

Elena made me taste happiness. Loving her was a drug I got addicted to after a single hit, and if I thought I’ve ever known what it was like to feel empty before, I was so wrong. This is what it feels like to be empty. To see my future so clearly and then watch it crumble. She saved my life, but I’ve ruined hers.

😭

“I guess that was the point, though. Wasn’t it? You wanted to strip me down raw and make me forget what it’s like to exist without you.”

My love isn’t perfect, and it isn’t beautiful. It’s broken and scarred and ugly, but all of it is yours. I will always be yours.

🥹🖤

If you ask me to move the sun out of your eyes, I will push it with my bare hands. If you ask me for the moon, I will wrap it in a purple ribbon and hand it to you. If you ask me for all the stars in the sky, I will create an entire galaxy, just for you.

oh my god 😭

“Did your parents bring you here?” She shakes her head. “Gavin.” Thank fuck for Gavin.

Gavin the og shipper.

I didn’t want to admit that I was keeping a serial killer’s identity a secret at the expense of being haunted for the rest of my life. Only love can hurt that bad and still be worth it.”

Safe isn’t a place. It’s the people that love you.

“What if I want you to break me?” I ask, my eyes not leaving his. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle?” “Then I’ll love you violently instead.”

ahhhh

My heart has always belonged to you, even if I didn’t know it at first. I would love you even if I had no heart to give you, because you are the sole reason for my existence. My soul would love you if we lived on different continents and spoke different languages. My soul would be tethered to you across oceans and mountains and harrowing canyons as black as my heart. My soul would be yours if I pulled the trigger the night we met, because not even death could keep us apart. God couldn’t keep me from you, because God isn’t real, but you are, and that’s all the motivation I would have needed to find you.”

My fucking heart

Since when am I the reasonable one?

im asking that too wth.

I love Elena and I would do absolutely anything for her. Anything. That makes me the worst kind of man. Love is the most volatile poison in the universe.

Oop

“You’d start a war for love?” “For Elena? I wouldn’t just start a war. I’d win it.”

Damn fucking right

You’d do anything for me, right?” I scrape my nails gently along his scalp. “I’m asking you to come back to me, because I don’t know how to live without you, either.”

Come back damn it

I’ve fallen in love with the most unlovable, virulent, tragic parts of him. And I’ve decided I love the taste of poison.

Fuck me too

I laugh softly. “Have you ever considered not jumping straight to violence?” “No,” he deadpans. “Violence is what I do best. It’s why you fell in love with me.”

Facts

God, I love it when he’s unhinged.

Me too girl me fucking too