A/N: 16.05.2021
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TRIGGERING WARNING: this chapter may deal with abuse and triggering topics.
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Jax didn't come back for another three days. I continued living my life, promising myself that I wouldn't text him again this time or check any of his social media, knowing that he was probably with his new girlfriend or partying with friends.
My alarm went off and I let out an annoyed groan, blindly searching around for my phone. I finally grabbed ahold of it and turned it off.
But as soon as I stood up, I let out a wince. I bit my lower lip from the pain that jolted up my waist, pressing my hand against the wall for support.
It still hurt.
I waited a few seconds and counted numbers inside my head, waiting for the pain to go away. When I was ready again, I took in a deep breath, taking another step forward. I winced and swore under my breath as I limped to the bathroom like a 95-year-old man who broke his leg during the war.
I turned on the bathroom lights, my face hardening as I saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess and looked like a bird's nest, but what made me scowl was my face. I walked closer towards the sink, slowly leaning forward to examine my reflection.
I traced a finger under the purple bruise under my eye, before gently brushing it over the twisted cut on the corner of my lip. I turned my face to the side and frowned at the injury above my ear that was still healing.
I undressed and spared myself from examining the rest of my body. I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. I washed up and quickly put on a clean pair of clothes: long jeans and long sleeves to cover up the evidence.
As for my face, I used a concealer that I had bought in a drugstore, a trick that Jax taught me so that no one would ask questions about the bruises on my face. Once I was done, I tried my hair and trudged back to my bedroom, reassuring myself by saying that this wasn't the first time and that my injuries always healed eventually.
My eyes widened when I saw Jax at the dinner table, sipping his morning coffee. When did he get back?
The morning sun peeked through the glass window, shining over his beautiful skin and brightening the depth of his eyes. He was wearing a white knitted sweater, his sleeves slightly pulled up, revealing the veins in his strong arms. His beautiful blond hair was neat and tidy, looking as soft as summer clouds.
All I could think of was how unfair it was for someone so cruel and vicious to look so divine and angelic. His bright eyes flickered towards me and I quickly lowered my gaze to avoid his.
"You're up," he said, his husky voice resonating in my ears.
I briskly walked past him and grabbed a box of cereal. I tried not to scowl at each footfall, keeping the expression on my face as calm and composed as I could.
Deep down, I was fueled with anger, but I didn't want to make a scene so early in the morning. Besides, who knew what else he'd do to me if I misbehaved again?
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