Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

“Everything that happens to you is a big deal. Say the word, and I’ll take care of him.”

The unfiltered rage in his eyes scares me to death. “Who did this to you?” he asks quietly, though his tone couldn’t be any more venomous.

“If 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.”

I shudder. “You can’t just keep killing people for—” “I can and I will, Elena. Until there’s no one left that can hurt you. That’s a promise.”

“Who do I need to kill?”

How did a mirror hanging that high up on a wall shatter? On the floor, near the frame, there’s another tiny shard. I bend down to pick it up, not wanting Christian or anyone else to step on it, and when I turn it over in my hand, I notice that there’s a red smudge across the reflective surface.

i knew ittttt

“You’re the Silencer.”

Call me and I will save you from him.” Save me? I let out a nervous laugh. “Dad, I don’t need saving from Christian.”

this book is going to end me

“That, my angel, is called Stockholm Syndrome.”

the fact that they're so aware of this is baffling

I lift the ornament out of the box and hold it up by the delicate golden ribbon. It spins, revealing a message etched onto the back. “Family’s First Christmas”

stfu rn

From this moment forward, there is an established legal parent-child relationship, and the name of the child is hereby legally changed to Caroline Delilah Reeves.”

“Hey Gav?” His eyes flicker up to mine. “Do you remember what you said to me in the gym after I was shot? About how if anything happened to Elena, I’d do far worse than fire you?” His face turns three shades paler as I crack my neck and point my gun at his forehead. “Consider yourself lucky that I’m making it quick.”

oh my god

I haven’t seen him since the morning before Elena was taken. Beth said he had a work emergency.

fuck. is he the copycat?????

“Thank you. Now it’s bedtime. Let’s go to sleep, and we’ll have pancakes in the morning. How does that sound?”

not the fucking pancakes

He reaches for the gun Elena dropped, and before I have a chance to comprehend what he’s doing, he places it at her temple. And he pulls the trigger.

i can't breathe

“Okay, baby. Just…turn around and count to one hundred, and I’ll get you some pancakes, okay?” “But daddy, I don’t know how to count to one hundred.” “That’s okay, babygirl, just turn around and count as high as you can.”

“Grandpa, when are mommy and daddy coming back?”

i’m so angry and sad