Marie's POV
My whole body hurt. Especially my face. I lay on the cold floor, unable to move and just too tired to even want to stand. My eyes felt heavy, and I wasn't thinking of getting up from there. Moving made it worse.
I waited for it to pass, but the pain was taking longer than I expected. I couldn't tell how much he had hurt me. I just knew it was probably too bad. I tried to move, but my body screamed in protest. I didn't even realize I was crying till I felt another liquid trickle down my face.
I must have stayed there for hours because after a while, the house fell silent, and I wasn't hearing movement from anywhere anymore.
"Marie?" a voice whispered.
It was Lionel. I turned my head slightly to look at him
He stopped at the doorway, and for a second, I saw the horror flash across his face when he took in the sight of me on the floor, blood on my body, glass scattered everywhere.
"Jesus…" he breathed, rushing forward. "What did he do to you this time?"
