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Part 7: The scars we hide

The house came furnished, so I just plopped on the bed and fell right to sleep. The moving trucks arrived and I decided to help dad unpack. After we unpack the essentials dad orders pizza. I will start my first day of my new school tomorrow, which I honestly don't see the point of. Ding dong! Wow it feels weird to hear a doorbell from our house I'm not used to that sound.

"Dad? Did you order anything else?"

"No." He says quietly. Ding dong! My dad stands their frozen like a deer in headlights.

"Dad! Are we going to answer it?"

"It's just me Julian!" A man calls out. Who is he? Dad lets out a heavily sigh, he walks up to the door and opens it slowly. A boy my age and a man stand there, the boy gives me a cold stare as the man gives me a warm smile. "Hello, Hannah...it's been too long since we last saw you. You're father didn't mention me did he?" The man continues. I shake my head. Dad is eerily silent. He's usually very talkative with people? "I'm a very good friend of your father's Hannah, you need anything and we'll be very glad to help. And my son, Ian will be looking out for you as well." Oh, wow! Maybe I won't have to worry so much after all! I mean he seems a bit eerie but he's being really nice. His son, is...intimidating but he can't be that bad.

"That's not necessary." Dad finally speaks.

"Why not? I figured it's the least we can do to keep her from harm Julian." Harm? What does he mean? My dad grits his teeth. "You know as well as I do Julian..."

"Dad? What's he talking about?"

"I think it's time to tell her Julian, the real reason she's here." I look up at dad again, he says nothing.

"Dad?" I plead again.

"Hannah, I'm sorry for keeping this from you. I just wanted you to have a better life! A...normal life." Normal?

"Ian!" The man calls. "Show her the scar." He rolls his eyes and walks over to me.

"That man that attacked you, was using you to get to me." Eh?

"But we don't even-" Before I can continue, he huffs and rolls his eyes again. He lifts up his sleeve revealing the identical scar on his forearm. Woah! I lift up my sleeve to compare them, it's almost like I'm looking at the same arm! "They're...the same." I hesitate.

"Yes, yes they are." He spat. "And before you say coincidence..." He takes out a pocket knife, and holds my wrist! What the hell is he doing? Is he going to kill me right here? I wince as the blade comes close to my wrist. He then moves it away then, pierces his skin with it!

"Ian!" Dad calls. He doesn't even look up. I watch as the blade slowly creates a mark on Ian's wrist.

"Relax Julian, it's just a demonstration." The man says calmly. Within seconds the same mark appears on my skin identical to Ian's!

"Ah!" I groan as it forms. He brings the knife back in his pocket. "S-so w-were l-like l-l-l-"

"No, bonded." He shrugs off.

"I said I would tell her myself!" Dad spats, clenching his fists. Ian turns to him.

"It's not my fault you don't have the balls to tell her." What the hell is going on! And why the hell isn't Dad saying nothing! I pull my arm away from his grasp.

"What gives you the right to talk him that away!" He smirks.

"Oh, you want to know? " He looks over at dad. "Tell her!" Now's your chance! Tell her how bad you fucked up! Because of your damn pride!"

"That's enough Ian." The man calls out, Ian heavily breathes and looks back at me.

"Basically, your dad has been hiding the fact that you and are bonded to one another. Which means, whatever cut or bruise you get so do I." He inches closer. "Whatever thoughts and feelings you have I can feel them too. His face is so close to mine I can feel his breath on my face. "And you know what's the best part?" I gulp. "I have no control over it." My heart is beating out of my chest. I step back and pant.

"So...I get the same too?" I breathe out.

"Tsk, no because you're human." His eyes glow a misty dark purple. H-holy shit!

"The only thing you get is the same injuries." Am I dreaming? His eyes revert back to a pale green color. I step away in shock.

"This...you're...crazy! All of this is insane!" I start pacing back and forth. "I must be dreaming." I say it loud.

"Dreaming!" Ian roars. My father steps in.

"Give her time Ian." The man walks over and puts his hand on Ian's shoulder.

"Come on, son." He shrugs his hand off and storms out. Once the door slams I run upstairs and lock the door.