Discovering Scar

When Scarlett moves to Amrica, she begins to find new people, new secrets and a new her.
But with the help of her Soul-partner, can she get through it all?


18. Explanations

“Morning,” I say as I walk in to the ranch and through to the stable block. Logan doesn't reply, he just carriers on sweeping Moon's stable. I frown, hurt. I top up Spirit's water and head over to her tack. Grabbing her saddle and bridle, I tack her up and then lead her out. The morning sun is hot, beaming down and making the dew on the thick grass gleam.

“Come on girl,” I say to Spirit as I hop on to her back. Kicking her on, we head out in to the large field and we canter up to the farthest part of the huge ranch. Pulling her to a stop, I jump off and let her graze. Tears sting at my eyes as I fiddle with the anklet my mother gave to me before she was... taken. I had been left at a petrol station when I was a small child; I had been told I’d needed to be hidden. I could never figure out who had left me there or told me that either. Tears slowly stream down my face as I tangle my fingers in the grass. I sit for a few minutes on my own, Spirit nuzzling my back every so often.

Scar,” Logan's voice sounds in my head.

“Get out of my head,” I mumble.

“Scarlett,” He says out loud from behind me.

“Hmm?” I say, wiping tears from my cheeks.

“Scar,” He repeats, taking a seat beside me on the grass. I turn slightly on the spot to see Moon beside Spirit.

“I'm sorry,” Logan says, slowly. He takes my hand in his.

“I'm scared, Logan.” My voice shakes and I hate that it does.

“So am I,” He says and I lean my head on his shoulder.

“What's going to happen to me?” I ask, biting my lip to stop it from quivering.

“Nothing as long as I’m here, I promise you Scar. I won't let anything happen to you, you're part of me. You may not believe it or you may not want to believe it but you're my Soul-partner and I'm not going to let anyone tell me any different.” His words sink in and my heart swells.

“Thank you, Logan.” I say and he kisses my forehead.

“You never answered my question, you know.” He looks down at me.

“What question?” I ask.

“Do you believe me?”

“I...” I think about it for a moment. There was no denying that talking to each other in our heads wasn't normal or the fact that I could create things from fire in my palms. My mother's story flushes through my mind and I take a big gulp of air.

“Yes, I do.” I say, realising exactly how he makes me feel.


“Try a... horse.” Mr White instructs. I picture Spirit in my mind and within a few seconds, a small horse appears in my hands from fire. Mr White is speechless.

“You're sure you never learnt Latin?” He asks, sceptically.

“Positive,” I nod, biting my lip hard.

“Logan,” He says, trying to calm his son down. I watch as his vibrant eyes darken and he swings a fist across the table. Glasses and plates crash to the floor; the violent sound echoing throughout the room.

“Why though, Dad! Why her! She's my Soul-partner!” He shouts and Mr White freezes. I'm guessing he didn't tell him about us.

“Mae!” Mr White suddenly exclaims and his wife comes bustling in to room.

“What's wrong?” She asks, frowning when she sees the mess of glass and china on the floor.

“Logan!” She scolds but he's not listening. He's leaning with his face in his hands against the counter top.

“Scarlett is Logan's Soul-partner,” He states, his face still pale. Mrs White gasps, then a huge smile spreads across her face.

“Darling that's delightful!” She exclaims, clapping her hands together. She hugs me and I take in her musty scent. She smelt like forests and freshly cut grass. Suddenly, she pulls back and frowns; her eyes sad.

“Oh,” She says, letting go of me. She swiftly heads over to the other end of the kitchen and grabs a broom. I watch in disbelief as she sweeps the broken plates and glass from the floor. Logan stays with his head in his hands. Mr White stays sat on the floor, his face pale. Mrs White continues to sweep. Chase stands in the doorway, a shocked expression on his face.

“Can someone please tell me what's going on!” I shout, startling them all. An uncomfortable silence falls over the kitchen and I stare at Logan.

“I get told I’m a Adjurator, whatever the hell that is. I get told it has something to do with my eyes. I can talk to him in my head and I can make things appear in my hands from fire! I can speak and translate Latin fluently for god's sake!” Tears sting my eyes as frustration pours over me. I had been left wondering for nights now; sick with worry about my future. I had absolutely no idea what any of them were talking about; they knew something I didn't. The room remains silent and none of them dare meet my eyes.

“Someone?” I shout again, feeling stupid. Tears begin to fall down my cheek so I bite my lip and rush out of the front door.

“Scar!” Logan calls from the house as I race down the drive. I don't turn around or look back as I head towards my house in the dark. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...