CHAPTER 60

"You are mine." A voice whispered in my ears. I promptly turned around to see who the voice belonged to, but there was no one behind me or around me except Scar.

He didn't look like he had just said anything and I feared that I was starting to be delirious.

Afraid I looked up to see that he was smiling down at me. My heart stopped.

Did I know him from somewhere? Why did he suddenly look so familiar? I thought.

I walked so fast that I was at the junction of the street before the gang men would stop us.

"Hey Mira you don't have to walk like the damn army, I am still with you." Scar called to me. He was laughing so hard it infuriated me. I didn't blame him though_ He was not the one that was almost taken.

After the scene I had pulled my hands out of his and walked away. Now he was behind me while I tried to walk-run home.

"Don't talk to me scar!" I shot back still walking fast

"That attitude again." He scoffed.

"What! you should have let them take me if you knew that you were going to stress me this much." I spoke, coming to a halt.

He didn't reply and so I let the attitude drop and decided to be nice against my better judgment.  He was now close to me having walked to where I was. He took my hand in his and smiled. His eyes looked different this night, unique_ His breathing changed, I felt it, I felt all of him just by holding his hands.

"Teach me to fight scar, I Don't want to have to run anymore, I want to protect my family, myself. Teach me to fight." I begged.

"I will try to teach you not just how to fight, but how to defend yourself. But First of all we have to get rid of ken." He smiled, taking hold of my other hand.

We were both standing in the middle of the road but I couldn't care less which was very unlike me.

"Do you mean kill him," I whispered softly, my eyes widening in shock.

Everyone that walked passed looked at us first. I imagined the image in their head. The image of the simple beautiful girl with the dreaded Scar. I would have cared really. I used to care about what they thought, but not tonight. Tonight I needed him, and the rest of the world could burn. 

After all, he was the one who was staking his life for me, I didn't care how he looked. The world will not protect me neither will their damn opinions so why should I leave the one who could for them.

"No not that_no killing_ even if I would love to kill him. What I meant was this, that we  look for him and send him as a post Easter present to the police, that would be nice won't it? After all The police are our friend they need easter gifts too"

"Yes it would be Very nice." I grinned.

We both continued walking.

"The only problem now is how do we find him." I said thoughtfully.

"That's no problem. I'll work with the police to find him." Scar replied.

I nodded.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but  then I didn't know from where to start.

"This is the first time you are nice to me I am happy. I see that I am finally making progress." he smiled.

I rolled my eyes, trying hard not to smile too.

"I am nice to everyone so don't make it sound like a big de_"

He cut me off. "The fact you are walking with me today without complaints says a lot too you know."

"People don't matter today Scar. Today it is just me and you." I exhaled.

"I'm selfish I know, I should not allow you to walk with me for your reputation." Scar smiled sadly, watching me from the side.

I focused on walking even though I wanted so much to let him bury me deeply in his eyes. "We all are selfish one way or another, we all are Scar."

"We say love is not selfish but it is the most selfish feeling. When you love someone you want them to be with you, to love you, even if they don't you try to make them. You don't think of them at that point but yourself. Because you know that it is only with them that you can be happy so you try your best to make them love you so that you can be happy. Love is the most selfish feeling Scar." I muttered thoughtfully. 

Scar didn't reply and we both continued to walk in silence lost in our own thoughts.

Later on at night I would ponder on why I told him that, but for now I was basking in the joy of being able to share my feelings with someone who won't judge me. Someone who would understand.

It felt so fucking nice.