Inheritance

Chapter 13- Scars Don't Lie

It was after supper, right when the sun lowered itself across the sky and everyone got ready for bed. I slipped out of my bedroom and crept around the house. No-one was up, and those who were up were in their rooms. I snuck to Scratch's door and peeked in.
He was sitting on the bed, wearing gray sweatpants. But he had no shirt on, thankfully. I have no idea how I would have to get him to take off his shirt.
I checked the time. It was 10 minutes until 11 o clock. He should be getting tired.
I waited outside for awhile, thinking. The bookshelf he always kept was on the opposite end of his room. He would have to turn away to put his book back, and then I would see the scars.... If there were any.
Finally, after a half hour, he stood up and stretched. He yawned and went over to the bookshelf. As his back turned towards me I gasped. Solus was right.
Two thick, long, white scars were on his back, right by his shoulder blades. They crept down to his lower back, and were as high up as his upper shoulder blades. They were each as wide as my whole pinky finger. Among those two scars were many smaller ones, haphazardly strewn around as if someone had cut him with knives....Or.... Tried to cut off something with knives. The puzzle pieces fit together in my mind. How Solus talked about his evil nature, how he always faced you and only turned away when he was covering his scars, and how, as Blaise told me, he was scared of heights. I backed away from the door and bumped into someone behind me. I flinched and turned to see Blaise. Before I could say anything she covered my mouth and whispered.
"Shhh. You saw them didn't you?"
I hesitated then nodded.
"Alright... I saw them too, back when I first found him. He was injured and I healed him.. Only to find those scars. You know what it means, right?"
I again nodded.
"Don't tell anyone."
I mumbled past her hand "But Solus-"
"If he knows then I guess it doesn't matter. But its a secret, ok? If people found out he could be captured or killed. And I..." She looked away, trailing off.
"And you don't want him to get hurt. You care for him."
Still looking away she shrugged.
"Maybe I do. It doesn't matter either way. Now go, before I make you."
Confused, I left the situation and went back into my room. Blaise seemed... defensive? I knew she didn't like me, but there was something off about that whole thing. Then I realised, and I smiled.
She has a crush on him.

The next day I walked to Solus's room and knocked. He opened it.
"Yeah?"
"You were right. He really does have the scars."
He nodded, going serious.
"I think its best if we don't talk about it too much. There's not much more to say anyways."
I agreed.



*The chapter is short and the image isn't the best. I'm sorry*