Escaping the Reality by Ceres

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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When I woke up， I felt my whole body sore. I looked around and noticed that this wasn“t my house. This small cottage with only a bed， wooden table， and chair， as well as a small kitchen was definitely not mine.

I tried to stand up. I know this sore feeling. It was nothing compared to my hellish training back then. But， why do I feel that my body is totally different? It cannot even take these mild injuries from that explosion? As I was about to stand up， my body froze. A man with long silver hair that sways as he walks by， wearing an elegant clothing that looks like it came straight from old story books suddenly came in from the lone wooden door. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen.

"Oh! You“re finally awake. Don“t try to stand up. You should rest a bit more. Don“t worry because this place is safe. Wait， I“ll help you eat."

I do not know this guy nor do I want to know. The feeling he“s giving me are both chills and warmth. He“s definitely dangerous since I wasn“t even able to tell that he“s already near despite my skills. But then， he looked like he was the one who saved me. Even though I should be wary of him， I would still have to thank him.

I slowly stood up and bowed my head sincerely and with difficulty.

"Thank you for saving me but I would not impose myself on you anymore. I would like to go back home. As for the payment， I would definitely return here and pay you back."

The moment I looked up， I saw him approaching without even looking at me. Didn“t I just say that there is something weird with this guy?

I immediately straightened my body and saw him proceeding to the table. He didn“t pay any attention to what I just said. He opened the pot“s lid which still looked like whatever inside of it was recently cooked. After which， he poured some of its contents on a small ceramic cup.

"You should first drink this."

He offered me the cup with a smile so dazzling and charming that it would probably make all the girls go wild and line up to marry him.

"Thank you but---"

"You do not need to say any thanks."

He kept on smiling and I kept on being the puzzled one here. I was about to open my mouth to ask when I suddenly felt someone approaching. Because of my reflexes， I grabbed on one of his sleeves and stood in front of him. I did that despite of the pain that my injuries were giving me. I“m used to it anyway.

After a few seconds， a person in black clothes appeared in front of us， kneeling. For a split second， I saw the door was already opened although it didn“t look like this newcomer entered through it. This person... Sure is fast.

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