Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

I, Christian Thomas Reeves, being of unsound mind and a broken spirit, declare this my last will and testament, as well as a goodbye.

oh great so im gonna have a breakdown. awesome.

“I’m calling the police.” “With what phone, Elena?”

ok sassy pants

When Christian was six years old, his parents were both murdered in front of him.

is he batman

“I designed the mask myself. There are sensors on the outside that project whatever is touching the mask onto my skin. It tingles. I can feel your fingers. I can feel your little breaths across my face.” He presses closer into me. “I can feel it all.”

EVIL BATMAN

my zip-up hoodie with the sleeves cut off.

this is kinda wack ngl

The scales are doubled up on the most vulnerable parts of me. My heart. My spine. My dick. All the important things.

yeah evil batman fs

shoved a Benjamin into the bleeding wound before slitting his throat,

OK WORK LOVE THAT

He comes to a stop directly behind me, and I hold my breath when his large, warm hands rest on my shoulders. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to shrug him off, but then his thumbs dig into the sore, stiff spot at the base of my neck,

is this….. creepy?

“How much would you pay?” “Name your price.” There’s a lust in his eyes that won’t be easily extinguished, and a sharp jolt of power zaps up my spine. I take a quick second to think of the most outlandish thing I can conjure up, and I smile wickedly. “Yacht.” A feral growl emanates from deep in his throat and his hot hands feel up my bare back and unhook my bra, tossing the fabric to the side. “Done.”

SEXXYYYYYY

17 hours after [REDACTED] was taken into custody, Judge Willis, who handles arraignments, dropped the misdemeanor charge and denied the no-contact order on the grounds of insufficient evidence.

WAIT WHAT???

“God, you’re so fucking wet, angel.”

WAIT ARE NICE BATMAN AND EVIL BATMAN THE SAME GUY??????

“Elena, talk about something. Distract me so I don’t go back in there and break his neck,”

ok edward cullen relax

It’s a shame I’m already destined for Hell, because it’s not where angels belong. But I’m not going anywhere without her.

love u evil batman

I pause in front of him. His stare is as unwavering as mine. Christian Reeves is not a man that’s afraid of many things, but he should be afraid of me.

ok so they ARE two different people?

I begin to relentlessly beat my fists into his face, and I don’t stop until my fists are annihilated and the reflective shards are nothing but dust covering the floor.

im so confused

I am not Christian Reeves. I am not Christian Reeves. I. Am. Not. Christian. Reeves.

whatever you say evil batman

It’s a tiny piece of a mirror. I raise an inquisitive eyebrow and look up at that nail again. How did a mirror hanging that high up on a wall shatter?

so they ARE the same person?

Five jagged letters of the alphabet, pink and healing. Five letters that spell my name.

THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON RAHHHH I KNEW IT

“That’s why I call you angel. Because you saved my life.” The horror stings up my spine like I’ve just been cracked with a fiery whip. My heart is beating so hard I think it might jump straight out of my ribcage. “You’re the Silencer.”

so do i still call him evil batman or is he just batman now

They have pistols, and I have a rifle. The three of them go down in nine easy shots. Two to the chest, one to the head. Two to the chest, one to the head. Two to the chest, one to the head.

stone cold baby, stone cold

I plunge the needle roughly into the meat of my bicep and press down to release the contents into my veins. It burns, and then I feel my heart begin to race. My vision tunnels and my body begins to tremble.

bro HUH why tf would you do that

“If I don’t have you, then I have nothing. I am nothing. So if that’s really what you want, angel,” I pull my gun from the back of my pants and hold it to my temple, “then let me pull the trigger this time.”

youre dead wrong for that.

“Tell me you’ll stay.” “Okay! Okay. I’ll stay.” My mouth does that thing where it tries to form words but can’t, and I put the gun away.

bro DEAD wrong for that.

“Why did you keep my secret?” She sucks in a sharp breath, flattening the letter I wrote her against my chest, her words coming out as pathetic whimpers. “Because I love you, too.”

im literally going to pass out

Christian is a master manipulator. I used to see that as a bad thing. Now, all I want is for him to manipulate my life, my feelings, my emotions, my heart. I want him to make me feel whole again, and sometimes I want it so bad that I don’t care what it will cost me.

this has gotten SO toxic SO fast holy shit.

“I want to go to Disney World!” The judge laughs. “It is further ordered that the Petitioners shall take their new child to Disney World.” Then, she bangs the gavel on her desk. And an hour later, we’re on our private jet headed towards Orlando.

SOBBING.

“Don’t you dare,” I growl. “Please don’t leave me. We haven’t been through so much together just for you to get taken out by a bullet.” My heart aches painfully when I feel him trace a shaky hand up my arm. He growls through the pain, breathing like each intake of air might be his last. His calloused hand meets my cheek, and he rubs the back of his fingers along the delicate skin there. This feels like a goodbye and my heart can’t take it.

THIS HAPPENED SO FAST WHAT THE FUCK

I’m sitting in the front-row pew of the chapel. My head dipped down in shame, a box of tissues to my left and one clenched in my fist, soaked through with tears. I haven’t stopped crying in days. Six, to be exact.

what are you saying.

It’s been eight days since I’ve heard Christian tell me he loves me.

dude im actually in shock right now

“Okay, Caro.” My voice cracks. “Say goodbye to daddy. Tell him you love him and give him a big hug.” Caroline stares at me, confused. “Where is he going?” A pained whimper escapes my throat. “He’s going to go see his parents.”

im going to throw up right now

“I can’t believe you’d let me go without a goodbye kiss, angel.” My eyes fly open, and I go stiff in complete shock. Christian’s eyes are open. He’s smiling at me, with that same charming smile I fell in love with and those icy blue eyes full of life.

I FEEL LIKE I JUST GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE.

Christian has inflicted on the city in the few hours I’ve been gone. It looks like an active war zone. Black smoke rises from the streets and skyscrapers in thick plumes. Police cruisers are upside down and smashed in. Looters are running around with crowbars.

EVIL BATMAN IS BACK

“Doesn’t look like there’s any glass fragments. Come on, I’ll stitch you up.” “How do you know it was glass?”

is her dad the other guy

“How’s this for misery?” 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.

oh. my. fucking. god.

My entire world goes red. My body goes numb with rage. I’ve gone deaf. My only working sense is sight, and I watch in horror, unable to move as Elliot lets Elena go, and her lifeless body slumps directly into my lap.

i cant move. i cant think. oh my god.

“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.” I’ve been hanging on by a thread named Elena, and now she’s gone. I hold my angel to my chest and wait for Caroline to reach ten before I put the gun to my head. And like I was always meant to, I pull the trigger.

i literally dont know

Caroline’s tiny hand holds mine as she looks between me and the headstones. After a long while, she crawls into my lap, her blonde hair gone sandy brown from the rain. She looks up at me with big blue eyes. “Grandpa, when are mommy and daddy coming back?” With a shaky breath, I hold the handkerchief to my face, hug her to my chest, and weep with the angels.

im actually going to be sick. what the fuck is this.