Page 94 of The Scars of Us

She rolled her eyes at me as she lightheartedly retorted, “I’ve never been in love before—how was I supposed to know what it felt like?” She poked a finger into the uninjured side of my chest. “You, on the other hand, have loved someone before, so why didn’t you tell me?”

“That’s exactly why—I’ve been in love before, and I got hurt because of it. The way I feel for you is so much stronger than I ever felt for her, even when I thought she was pregnant with my kid. So you could hurt me way more than she did—I’d never recover from you.”

More tears trickled down her face as our eyes locked. “Me neither. I’m trusting you with those tiny, broken pieces of my heart, everything that’s left of me. There’d be no way to put them back together after you—you’re the only one who knows how.”

I smiled at her; I’d been waiting for this moment, waiting for Kaiya to fully trust me. I couldn’t even explain how it felt to have the woman I loved love me back, to trust me after everything she’d been through. Spectacular didn’t even come close.

As she settled on her side next to me, I leaned my forehead against hers. From that angle, I could see the gauze covering her injury through the opening in her hospital gown. I slowly pulled it back, wanting to see the damage done by the bullet.

A small, jagged circle sat right over her heart. I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to losing her.Thank God I stopped it.Her skin was bruised around the injury, which was puffy and red, but it wasn’t that deep.

She did the same with mine, pulling the gauze back to look at my wound, which mirrored hers the way we were facing one another. Mine was bigger and more inflamed, probably from ripping out my stitches and the severity of the trauma, but it was almost exactly in the same spot as hers, just on the opposite side.

More tears dripped from her eyes as she looked over my injury. I brought my hands up to wipe them away before lifting her face to look at mine.

“Stop crying, Warrior. We’re both still alive.”

“I don’t like seeing you hurt, especially because of me.” She traced the tattoos around the injury softly, careful not to get to close. “It’s going to scar—it’ll mess up your beautiful tattoos.”

“I’ll bear any scar for you, Ky. Plus, scars are sexy,” I said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

Kaiya wasn’t amused, her face still marred by a frown. “Not on women they’re not.”

“Yours will be incredibly sexy because it matches mine. Both will always remind me of the moment I realized I couldn’t live without you, that I was completely in love with you.”

My words turned her lips up into the beautiful smile that I loved, but also caused more tears to flow. “You’re kinda perfect, you know that,” Kaiya said as she looked at me, her voice full of emotion.

“So are you, baby. Absolutely perfect for me.” I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger as I breathed in her scent.

When I pulled back, Kaiya settled next to me, laying her head on the uninjured side of my chest. We lay there in peaceful silence, both of us emotionally and physically exhausted. I drifted off to sleep, content with the love of my life in my arms.

People say that time heals all wounds. I still call bullshit. I’ve learned that even the deepest scars can be healed by the right person but not because of time.

The saying should be rephrased to say that love heals all wounds because that’s what’s been healing me over the past few months. I’m not completely healed, but I’m getting there—I make progress every day.

I had to stay in the hospital for a little over a week, but Ryker had to stay almost three because of his injuries. The bullet had gone clean through him before it hit me, so his surgery and recovery were more extensive. I stayed by his side every day until visiting hours ended, and came back first thing the next morning when they opened again.

I took a leave of absence from work to deal with the aftermath. After everything that happened, I changed; we all did. Even though Kaleb is gone, the pain and scars from what he did to me still remain, but Ryker heals them more and more every day.

Kamden has his own scars to deal with following the shooting. Killing Kaleb haunts him, even though it was in self-defense. He’s seeing a therapist regularly to cope with the backlash of the incident. Therapy is definitely not my thing, but it’s working for him, and I hope it helps his healing process.

Ryker started physical therapy because some of the nerves in his chest that connected to his shoulder were damaged by the bullet. I worried that he would never be able to train or work out again, but he’s determined to make a full recovery. And he will—he always loves a challenge.

I don’t know what I’d do without Ryker. It’s amazing how someone can just come into your life, completely flip it upside down, and make you wonder how you ever lived without them before.

Ryker insisted I move in with him, but that was too much, too soon for me. Even though I love him, being in a committed relationship is definitely an adjustment for me. Plus, I couldn’t leave Kamden alone, especially since he’s been having trouble dealing with the repercussions of that night.

We compromised—Kamden and I moved into Ryker’s apartment complex, only one building away. There’s no way we could stay in ours after what had happened there.

I alternate between sleeping at Ryker’s place and mine, but Ryker usually ends up at my apartment on nights that I don’t stay with him. We were both used to sleeping alone, but now I wouldn’t be able to sleep without him.

We’ve been suffering from nightmares for the past several months, waking up in cold sweats and struggling to breathe. But we’re there to pull each other through each one, saving the other from the suffocating darkness. I have no idea how long they’ll last, or if they’ll ever go away, but we’ll get through it. We’ll always save each other.

Every night before we go to sleep, Ryker presses a kiss to the scar on my chest, showing me that not all scars are bad. Some are beautiful despite their ugly appearance, the meaning underneath what’s important. I’ve learned that all my scars, even the ones left by Kaleb, have made me who I am, have taught me valuable lessons. But that one, the one that Ryker and I share, means the most to me. It symbolizes love, a love I’d never thought I would have, a constant reminder to never take it for granted. And I never plan to.