Leilani.
I do not know why but there were tears in my eyes by the time I finally arrived home, parked my car in the driveway and got into my house.
I was still fuming, still mad at Chalice for coming to me all smug and triumphant, and for breaking that news to me.
And Goddess, I hated her.
Throwing my keys to the side, I went up to my room, stood in front of my vanity and began to shed my clothes one after the other. My breath caught in my throat when my reflection glared back at me.
And gosh, I was covered in bruises.
Patches of red and black and purple scattered across my skin from places I'd scratched at last night. The memory was branded into my skull: me poking at my skin, gasping for air and thrashing against the floor wildly whilst tears streamed down my face because I'd been in so much pain.
Too much pain; As they fucked someone else.
My skin had sizzled with anguish, and now, even now that the pain was long gone, I still felt aftershocks.
