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Chapter 11

Their were so many, things to choose from. So many things, that I was scared to touch. We walked around the store for what  seemed like an hour, even though it was more like ten minutes.

He told me to pick out ten outfits. My eyes grew, the only clothes I had were incredibly tight, just the way Matthew liked it.

"Everything looks so tight." I said walking on. We came into a section full of loose T-shirts and jeans. My eye landed on a particular outfit that stood in the window. It was a striped,blue and white spaghetti strap shirt with black jeans. It looked so calm and laid, the way I used to be.

"Excuse me miss, but can you get that outfit for her?" I heard Logan's voice ask. I turned to see he was talking to a beautiful slender red head with beautiful green eyes. She looked from him to me her eyes growing with astonishment. I could feel her eyes staring, staring at my bruises. It made me cringe and turn away.

" Of course." She smiled at Logan tearing her gaze away from me. Once she retrieved the outfit she placed it delicately in my arms, before giving me a forced smile and walking in the other direction.

"You should try it on." I jumped in surprise when Logan appeared next to me.

"Whoa! You scared me!" I shouted, causing other customers to look. He chuckled a bit before taking me to the dressing room.

I gave him a worried look. "Don't worry I'll wait out here." Logan said giving me a half smile. I nodded walking in, but walked right back out. "You just have to promise me one thing," I held my finger in the number one.

" What would that be? " His eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Promise that you will give me nothing but the truth when I come out, no matter how ugly I look."

He slightly frowned, but nodded anyway. After stepping in the dressing room and putting on the outfit, I glanced at myself in the mirror.

My eye was black, bruises covered my arms and face. A pain would shoot through me every now and then from my broken ribs. The struggle was crucial for me to put on the shirt and pull up my pants. My appearance disgusted me, it made me cringe at how I am now from who I used to be. I let my hair fall over my eye and I crossed my arms trying to cover the bruises, then I walked out.

He just stared at me, not the stunned by beauty stare, but not the stare that made me feel like I had three heads either. It was an emotionless stare with a hint of confusion. "I'm hideous aren't I?" I put my face in the palm of my hands, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to feel my eyes.

" Come here. " Logan said, his voice demanding yet gentle. I slowly walked over to where Logan was sitting. He unfolded my arms placing them at my sides before pushing my hair behind my ear. "Now your beautiful." He said huskily. I looked at him in confusion.

"But, what about my face?" He cupped my cheeks in his hands. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, "They're not flaws, they're battle scars and anyone who can't see past them are not worth paying attention to." I smiled.

"There's a smile." He whispered.
I laughed looking at him. Our eyes locked, and sparks flew. I couldn't look away, I could feel my breath getting slow, my heart l beating faster, and my eyes growing wide. His was just as intense.

"Uh maybe we should look around more." I said standing to my feet. He nodded following behind me.

We left coming out with more than ten outfits. We pulled up at his house,tthe car came to a screeching halt. The inside was spacious and clean. I let out a small yawn making him look at me. "Maybe you should get some sleep." Logan said sitting the bags down on the floor.

I nodded climbing into the couch and began to ease myself into a comfortable position. He chuckled lightly, drawing my attention. "What are you doing?" Logan asked with a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face.

"I'm going to sleep."

"Not on the couch, your not."

My eyes got big as memories filled my mind.

"Mercury! You fucking whore! You spilt soda on my fucking couch!"

"I'm so sorry Matthew!" I fell to the floor as his fist collided with my jaw. Curling up in pain I clutched my jaw. "That is why dogs, bitches like you! Belong on the floor and not the couch!" He yelled kicking me in my side.

I slowly eased myself down, laying on the floor.