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“I’ll take your drink, but it doesn’t mean that you have me for the night.”

“I’ll wait till you have a break, then we can have a dance.” He winked and even through all the commotion in the bar, things smashing, brawls taking places, and security stepping in, I could ignore all that noise and only have one thing on my mind. My fan.

He was the type of attraction that I needed right now. Someone who thought of me as sexy and funny. Even if it was for one night.

Not a mother. Nor a lost soul that needed saving.

The night rolled on and then Nancy came to the bar too. Good, we had an extra set of hands. There were now four of us with Scratch stepping in behind the bar, which meant that I could take my fan up on his offer.

Andrea nodded telling me, “Only ten minutes!”

Good. At last I was going to have some fun. I felt like a girl going on the prom she thought she’d missed as I headed out of the back, because it was too crowded to go down the side of the bar.

“Where you going?” Scar snarled as I got outside. He startled me, as he threw down his cigarette and then came nearer. “Do you want to go dance with Silver? So you nearly fuck me one night and then rush to the arms of another the next. Shit, Mel you’ve really changed.”

“Fuck you!” He had no right to speak to me like that. “We fucked and once again you ran off like a little boy!”

He shook his head, “No. I didn’t run. I left to find my dad. I told you.”

“We were together for four long years and you couldn’t tell me about the past. Did I disgust you so much that you left…”

“You haven’t even asked me how I got this scar or why I’m called Scar. My fucking stepdad cut me down the face then killed my mother, before blowing his brains out.”

What?

Did he say what I thought he had just said?

I was blinking and trying to process it all, but before I could do that, as usual Scar had gone and I hated him even more as I'd done before.

I was going to grab that dance, I didn’t care what he said, because I fucking deserved it.

As I turned to step inside, I couldn’t help but feel all of Drake’s pain. It had been so bad in his house. That was why he really left, and I had been his girlfriend. How come I had never known?

“Scar shouldn’t have spoken to you that way,” said Silver quietly. He had appeared from nowhere. “You get some air and then you can go back in again. I’ll get him to talk to you.”

Once again, I found myself crying uncontrollably in the presence of Silver. He had a way of taking all my pain away as he held me so tight.

No longer did I want to just cry in his arms. I wanted him to kiss me. I needed him to make me feel whole again.

He hesitated as he opened his mouth slightly as if he was debating whether to take it further. He cupped my face and pulled me closer, not like how Scar had, but gentler as if he wanted permission for this to take place. I felt protected, and I naturally moved closer towards him. His hands weren’t cupping my face any longer, but were shifting towards my waist.

I didn’t care how long I was away, all I knew was this was where I wanted to be right now. In his arms and feeling like the woman I deserved to be…

About Sarwah Creed

Sarwah Creed is the author of The FlirtChat series. When she's not writing, she's running, reading, or listening to music. She lives with her three children in Madrid.

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