I lay there next to Danny, both of us breathing heavily. I could hear him mumbling, "Becky, you are so beautiful. So beautiful." I couldn't breathe. I stared at the ceiling. I felt Danny's hand move to my face and pull it towards his, so I was staring directly into his eyes.
"Becky, that was amazing. You were so...stunning." I saw his eyes move recklessly up and down my body and he licked his lips. I pulled my eyes back to the ceiling. Danny didn't like that, and he pushed his lips to mine, and, ignoring my feeble attempts to push him off, rolled on top of me.
Then, the craziest thing happened.
I brought my hand up. It was tingling with energy, like it had a mind of its own. I stared at it for a while, while Danny was still furiously kissing my neck. I stared at the little scars criscrossing on my fingers, from all the times Danny had cut me with the kitchen knife. I gazed at the red nail varnish, or was it blood, that was painted on my fingernails. I watched a little droplet make its way down my finger, turning into a tiny trail.
I couldn't stand looking at that hand, and knowing where those scars, where that blood came from. And there was no point pretending it was an accident. It came from Danny. I couldn't stand it anymore.
I pulled my hand up, and slapped it across Danny's face.
Yes, I slapped him.
On the face.
With my hand.
I slapped him.
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Some Scars Don't Heal
Novela JuvenilBecky is a beautiful sixteen year old girl. She goes to school with her friends, but unlike them, when she gets to school she doesn't want to leave. Why? Because she has something terrible waiting for her every night. No, it's not a vampire. It's so...
