Chapter 1: Jagged scar
Damien stared wide-eyed at his sister's bare back. He last saw her shirtless a month ago at the gym, but he didn't remember seeing this horror then.
Pressing on her spine through the white buster she was wearing, he bit his tongue, trying hard not to say anything about the fading scar. It looked jagged as if a wild dog with protracted, sharp, and zigzagging teeth had pierced her delicate skin and ripped it.
"Hmm, that feels good. Go a bit up," Ahara moaned and he obeyed her request. She was lying on a futon with her back facing up so Damien could massage it.
This was their daily routine—a bonding session at night in their cozy living room after eating. Today, Damien had decided to reimburse his sister's hard work by giving her a massage, but the last thing he expected to see was a huge scar on her back.
'How did she get it?' He wondered, scrunching his brows at it.
He knew she worked as an instructor at a gym, but none of the exercises she trained her students with or the tools she used could leave a scar as painful-looking as this one.
Not able to hold it in anymore, Damien released the grip on his tongue and stopped massaging the dark spot. "Ahara, what is this?"
Ahara slowly turned her head to look at her brother. Her gray eyes glistened in the bright light like clear soapstone, her long white curly hair flowing down the tiled floor at her sudden movement. She had a slender yet athletic body thanks to her career and caramel skin that made white hair look ethereal on her. Not to mention the angelic face whenever she smiled.
"What is what?" She asked in a gentle tone akin to a mother's.
Damien drew in a breath, readying himself for the confrontation he was about to have. He never liked fighting with Ahara, it pained him more than his pinky toe hitting a door corner—but this was a question he had to ask.
If Ahara was being bullied, then he was going to help her. Thanks to his unbelievably unique genes, he looked older than most kids his age. At sixteen he was already taller than most college boys, and since he visited Ahara at the gym, he had decent muscle. He was strong enough to assist her with chores and heavy objects at least, but not old enough to work yet.