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?


8. Summer


It's the summer holidays and the first Monday morning there's a knock at my door. I bound down the stairs, cup of tea in hand. Opening the door, a bunch of blue flowers are thrust in to my face before I have a chance to say 'hello'.

“May I come in?” I lower the flowers from my face to see Logan standing on my doorstep. I nod and step to the side, letting him through. He smiles and I lead him in to the kitchen. Ella was at a meeting this morning so I didn't have to worry about her walking in on us.

“I'm sorry, Scarlett.” He says, sitting on one of the bar stools.

“Coffee?” I asked; he didn't look like the type for a nice cup of Rosie Lee.

“Please,” The morning sun beams through the large patio doors, illuminating his face. We're silent as I make the coffee for him, sliding it across the counter to stop in front of him.

“Thank you,” He says, taking a sip. I busy myself in searching for a vase for the flowers.

“Thank you for the flowers,” I muster a small smile.

“You're very welcome,” Logan beams.

“You do know what we are, don't you?” He asks and I sigh.

“Not this again,” I mutter but he looks sternly at me.

“Scarlett, do you not realise what's going on?” He gestures between us.

“Please explain,” I say, sarcastically; trying hard not to roll my eyes.

“Soul-finders,” His green eyes are intense.

“Excuse me?” I raise my eyebrows, choking on my tea.

“Soul-finders,” He repeats.

“I have no idea what that is,”

“We're Soul-finders, we can speak through our minds. We complete each other.” I bite back on a laugh but Logan's face is dead serious.

“Really? Logan, sorry to burst your bubble but that sounds straight out of a fairytale,” I tip the remains of my tea down the drain, shaking my head in disbelief.

You answered me,” His voice sounds in my head, causing a tingling feeling to spring up on my fingertips.

“Stop that.” I close my eyes, forcing his presence in my mind away.

Stop what?” He thinks again.

That.” I reply and it's as though suddenly all of my thoughts, emotions, memories and being pull towards Logan. As though I’m a space satellite zoning in on earth.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, breathless.

“See?” He raises his eyebrows, amused.

“What the hell was that?” I exclaim. It's as though high-definition has suddenly switched on in my head; I could count every eyelash lining his green eyes.

“It's what happens when we answer each other for the first time,” His smile is broad.

“Please, get out.” I mumble, fingers pressed to my head.

“But Scar, I-” He starts, standing up from the stool.

“Get out!” I shout.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Goodbye, Scar.” Logan walks hesitantly out of the kitchen and I breath a sigh of relief when I hear the front door close. I crumple to the floor, tears flowing down my cheeks. I couldn't go back to that. I knew that I was different, but i'd never admitted it. I'd buried it away, never to be brought back up again. Ella had taken me on and helped me to forget. What had the women at the hospital called it? Projecting. Yes, that was it. That was all I did. Project. 

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