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Pt.13

I woke up with a damp pillow filled with my tears. Carl didn't come back on his bed after his shower; he was probably downstairs.
I cried enough, now my tears are dry.
I looked down at my throbbing wrists and it look worse than yesterday. I rubbed it and went to the bathroom.
I took a shower and fixed up my hair and face.

After shower and blah blah.

I slowly made my way down the stairs looking around with my wide eyes.
Carl was sitting on the kitchen table on his phone. I looked at him and his eyes didn't move away from me.
{Did I mention that I was wearing booty shorts and a thin black vest which showed my cleavage a lot.}

I looked away at him trying to avoid eye contact from him.
After yesterday he broke my confidence and me in every way.
He was still looking at me. I looked back at him and he had a smirk on his face.
We were home alone and it was just awkward silence. He still looked at me.
I wanted to shout and punch his beautiful fucking face until he died but I need a place to stay. He still had no right for him to do that to me yesterday tho.

"Vicky.." he moaned as he tapped his knee signing me to sit on it.

"What do you want?" I said bluntly while putting the kettle on.

"Babygurl...I told you to come here so come here" he began to yell but quietly

As afraid as I was I listened to him. I stood in front of him. He sat on a chair which was small and his legs were spreaded. I stood im between him.
His hands were holding my hands and he looked down on my wrist.

"Baby did I do this to you?" He asked softer this time. His large thumb went in circular motions on my bruise.

I just nodded whilst a tear dropped down my eye.

"I'm sorry okay...it's just because...."