That was all I remembered from 2 hours ago. Everything else was foggy in my mind. All cloudy and unrecognizable to me. I poked Marcos hand and it wouldn't bulge. I got up but Marcos hand pulled me down.
"Morning beautiful" Marco smirked.
"Let me go" i squirmed about of his grip.
He shrugged and plopped back down to the floor, facedown.
I attempted to get up again, but Brian put his arms around my waist. I was still mad at him, and so I pressed my elbow on his arm and he let go. I headed towards the bathroom and looked at myself In the mirror. Damn
My hair was all messed up and a small bruise on my cheek. I gently touched it, but drew my hand back, feeling the pain. this was a fresh bruise, not one of those old ones that you almost never felt anymore. I left the bathroom and headed to my room (again).
I picked up the brush and tried to brush my mess, carefully. There were knots and tangles, and I shrieked in pain when I tried combing the most horrible knot you could imagine. I pulled off my dress and put on sweat pants with a plain white t-shirt. I slipped into my fuzzy gray slippers and tied my hair into a messy bun, showing off my big eyes. I headed back downstairs to find such a disturbing image, that would forever be implanted in my brain.
