Hidden Scars Quotes

“No, it’s fine. Trust me, they all want to meet you and you will probably be the new favorite.” I smile at him, hoping that doesn’t freak him out too much. His eyebrows pinch together in confusion. “I’m no one’s favorite anything.” “That’s bullshit. You’re my favorite.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Part of me craves human contact, but in reality, I can’t stand for anyone to touch my body. Arms and hands are okay, and sometimes a leg brush, but my torso is absolutely off limits.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“There was something about you from the very beginning that called to me, that told me I needed you just as much as you would need me. That’s as true today as it was then.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“My blind uncle moves faster than you, Albrooke. And he has no feet.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“A finger touches my pinkie. My eyes pop open and my head snaps toward Jeremy. My body is tense once again, but my hands have stopped moving. What the hell is he doing? The video call on his phone has ended, now he’s scrolling through social media. Despite not looking at me and appearing completely oblivious to what is happening in my head, he hooks his finger around mine. He mutters something I don’t hear over the music in my ears but looks like ‘I’ve got you.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“What would it feel like to be held by someone? To breathe them in, their hands running through my hair while we laid in bed, pressed together. I want it so bad it hurts. But the smallest touch on my skin turns my stomach. My heart wants it but my mind can’t handle it.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Before I can think to move, Jeremy lifts his mouth to mine and he kisses me. My fingers dig into his flesh as the sensation of his lips on mine explodes through me. For the first time in my life, my head is quiet. With butterflies rioting in my stomach, blood thrumming through my veins, and my dick taking notice of how close this guy is to me. He groans when I change the angle of the kiss, forcing his mouth open until I can claim it and him.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“I don’t know how to touch without fucking.” His confession breaks my heart. Has no one just held him because he needed it? Offered a hug? I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him into me. “It’s okay, I do.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Why do I keep doing this for him? He’s never nice to anyone, why do I keep trying to take care of him? Because he’s broken, you just don’t know how much yet.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“So I pace my room that smells like Jeremy. Smells like comfort, safety, home. How can a person be home?”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“I don’t want to hurt you.” My throat is clogged with emotion, making it hard to speak. “You don’t. You make it better.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Releasing his lips, I look him in the eye and ask him something I’ve never considered with another person. “Shower with me?”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“My chest tightens with the emotions threatening to choke me. I don’t know what to do with them or how to deal with it. I’m overwhelmed by them and him. My anchor in the shit storm that is my life.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Logically, I know I’m bigger, faster, and stronger than him. But the little boy inside me is terrified of this man. The little boy who lives in my chest trembles at the thought of my father. Shutting down, making myself numb, is the only way I’ve found to protect him from the pain.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“I want his hands on me so fucking badly, to use me, but he’s an asshole. Who wants to fuck the guy that makes their life miserable? Apparently, this dumbass.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Who knew being the son of a world-renowned plastic surgeon came with being his guinea pig? Lucky fucking me. Why couldn’t he just hit me like a normal abusive father? Oh, that’s right, because he can’t risk damaging his hands. My corrections are all about him, after all.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“I don’t know when it changed from I could love you to I love you but I can’t argue with myself.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“I hate myself, so how can anyone want to be around me, much less love me?”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Opening my door, I look at Preston’s bed and hate that he’s not there. Even if he wasn’t with his dad, he would be at the game right now. Needing comfort, I crawl into his bed, hold his pillow against my chest, and pull his blanket over me. His warm, clean, masculine scent lulls me right to sleep.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Opening my door, I look at Preston’s bed and hate that he’s not there. Even if he wasn’t with his dad, he would be at the game right now. Needing comfort, I crawl into his bed, hold his pillow against my chest, and pull his blanket over me.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“This is what I’ve always craved but couldn’t ever ask for. He’s going to break my heart.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“If I disappear for more than five minutes, come looking for me.” The words are quiet as they tumble out of my mouth. Only Jeremy could have heard them, the rest of the guys in here are laughing and screwing around. His finger hooks around mine and my eyes close at the contact, my breathing hitching in my chest as my stomach cramps painfully. There’s no way I’m going to be able to eat. Is he going to make me sit next to him or just in his line of sight so I can’t escape him?”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“A finger touches my pinkie. My eyes pop open and my head snaps toward Jeremy. My body is tense once again, but my hands have stopped moving. What the hell is he doing?”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“What would it feel like to be held by someone? To breathe them in, their hands running through my hair while we laid in bed, pressed together. I want it so bad it hurts.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“You’re a freak for enjoying it. He didn’t want you to touch him but you did it anyway. Monster. No one will ever want you. No one will love you.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“I hate my skin. The scars that mar my body. Proof of my fuck-ups and the twisted mind of my father. There’s never a time I can just pull my shirt off. I’m always aware of the way my shirts fit, preferring to tuck them in most of the time to keep my body covered.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Because you’re a sadistic fuck who gets off on cutting up your kid for some perceived mistake that somehow brings shame to our name?”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“Jeremy calling me, trying to stop me from leaving, almost broke me. He shouldn’t care about me. I’ve given him no reason to. But I need it.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars

“The calm mask is cracking, fury and frustration are bubbling to the surface and I’m going to be the one who’s caught in its crosshairs. No one else seems to care, but for some reason, I do. So I keep putting myself in his way, keep pushing him.”
― Andi Jaxon, Hidden Scars