Luca's POV
Mara's tears got thicker as she pulled away from me. She fumbled, pulling her shirt from her head. I watched in confusion. She turned her back to me, showing the plethora of scars on her lower back. "It was a 'J'", she choked out. "I-I", she stuttered, before falling forward with sobs.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. Enclosing her with my warmth. "He did that in ninth grade, because he saw me talking to a boy. He said..", she cried out, rocking us forward. "He said I was his toy", she finished. I'll f*****g kill him. He is a dead man walking. I held onto Mara, rocking her back and forth. I didn't say anything, I just held her and allowed her to cry her heart out. "I-I tried to make it go away", she stuttered. That explains why there are so many lines in her scar.
