Cut by Bry Ann

Scar:/
A mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed.
What a clinical definition…
My name is CUT.
It’s the name of my choosing. The only name the world will ever know. Only two people know my real name: my mom and my best friend. The woman whose innocence gave me these markings.

I fight to keep it this way, both literally and figuratively. I train criminals. I make a living walking into dens of thieves, criminals, and murders, and training them to become more depraved.
She’s a walking sex goddess, well aware of her power of over men. She’s loud-mouthed, snarky, and loose with her morals, but her loyalty knows no bounds. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. Maybe talk the thing death, but that’s about it. I avoid her at all costs, but for some reason she doesn’t avoid me. Does she not see my scars? The raw, pink flesh that mars my skin.
I fight, train, burn, cut… but not her… never her.
Is it love?
It can’t be. I’m a monster.