"Romi wth happened to you!?" I rushed over to have a closer look at her injuries but she pulled away and insisted she was fine.
"No, youre not fine. Who the fuck did this to you?!" She didn't answer me.. "was it Landon? Romi was it him?!"
"No."
I wasnt going to drop it. How is she gonna show up like that and think I won't ask these questions.
"It wasnt him Liz. I swear." She was struggling to hold it together. I could hear it in her voice.
I wasnt convinced that her ex had nothing to do with it.. "What happened?"
"I'm fine Liz. Really... I came to you cus I knew you could help me do something about it. I can't go out in public like this. People stare."
Well yeah, she looked rough. You know how many fucken looks I got walking around like I had the shit beat outta me. It's embarrassing.. people assume the worst.
I pulled her into a hug and gave her a moment to gather herself cus she was fighting back tears. She had bruises and scratch marks all over. Somebody beat the fuck outta her. And after what I saw the other day, I'm lead to believe it was her fucken ex that did this. Whether she wanted to admit it or not. But she insisted it wasn't him.
We had a seat on my couch and I pushed her hair away from her face to have a closer look at her bruised eye.
"This looks bad. Did you have a dr look at it?"
"I cant afford it." Tell me about it. I have hospital bills piling up on my counter from my last ER visit. Michael usually took care of those. 🥴
"If it wasnt him, then who did this to you?"
"It doesn't matter."
"It does to me Romi.. look at your face. I can help you conceal the bruising but you gotta give me something. I need to know you're safe."
"No one is coming after me if that's what you mean." Idk if I really believed that.
"You should report this to the police."
"I cant."
"Why not?" She didn't wanna say..
She trusted me enough to come here so i had to trust that she would be honest with me if she didnt feel safe.
I can't force her to talk about it if she doesn't want to.
"I'll be right back.. im gonna grab some makeup." She nodded and I left upstairs to grab my makeup bag. I had a ridiculous amount of concealers in my collection cus Ive been battling dark undereyes for the last few months. I've been trying different brands to see which one worked best for me. I gathered the containers into my bag and went back downstairs to get this girl cleaned up.
"Okay.. one of these should work for you." I sat down beside her & held the bottles next to her face. "I have a color correcting palette somewhere upstairs that we could use underneath. Let's just find the right shade first."
"I think I'm more warm toned than you are.. you have more cool undertones."
I have no fucken idea what any of that means lol. If it looks like it will match my skin tone, I'm getting it.
