The Paranormal Mystics by Savannah Jackson (e books free to read .TXT) 📖

The door suddenly banged open and Myra and Arriane came in, they took one glance at me and Aaron and sighed. I shrugged, my eyes wide, "I couldn't stop him from seeing it." I said. They rolled their eyes and Arriane said, "Well, you're going to have to get dressed and come downstairs and explain the scar...now that Aaron knows, and he woke up the whole entire mansion with his growling and snarling." Myra snapped at Aaron, "Stop your growling and snarling would you?!" Aaron looked at Myra and relented, finally calming down, but not much. "Put the shirt back on and explain." He said to his mate, handing her the shirt.

Nunki sighed and put it back on, then stood up and began her way downstairs into the living room. Everyone was in the living room, except for Aaron, he still had to get dressed. She sat down on a couch and waited for him to come downstairs. A few minutes later, he came downstairs in jeans and a white button down shirt, he walked over to me, picked me up, sat down where I was sitting, and then set me down on his lap. I glared at him, "Hey, that was my spot!" I whined. That earned a few chuckles, Aaron just glared, "Nunki, explain, now. Before my wolf takes over and tears this house down." I squeaked and sighed.

(Aaron's P.O.V) 

Nunki launched into the story, "This was a few years back...before my father got thrown into jail, before my mother left me. My father hated me to bits, he would cut me, he would hurt me, he touched me," Her eyes were becoming shiny and a tear trickled down her cheek, "until one day, my best friend, Arriane, looked through the window...she had suspected some things...and saw my father cutting me, he was going to kill me this time. Put an end to my life...I was ready to embrace death, I was sick of it all. I was sick of life. I had just wanted to die. Anyways, he managed to cut from about three inches above my belly button to three inches below my belly button before the police came and threw him away from me. I was bleeding so badly...I...I could barely breath, I was barely alive, there was a lot of blood. The cut was deep...I could feel myself fading away. I actually saw my life flash before my eyes...I actually saw the light. I was rushed to the hospital, I was told that, on the way there, my heart stopped beating for one full minute. They said I was extremely lucky that I lived, that Arriane had the same type blood as me and donated the blood to me. My type blood is the rarest kind...they didn't have any in stock then. I woke up, according to them, from a five month coma. I had missed my 15th birthday, my group of really really good friends and best friend had told me they were so so so scared I would not wake up, that I would...die. After that, I never, ever took anything for granted. My mother had left me, she was extremely scared too, she didn't want to deal with the fear she had. This is why I am so untrusting of guys...added to the fact that I caught my ex-boyfriend cheating on me. And this is why I have this scar."

When she finished the story, she started sobbing, great big sobs. She turned around in my lap and hid her face in my chest. I rubbed her back, soothing her.

Text: Savannah Jackson
Publication Date: 06-10-2014

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