Bianca’s point of view
“Did you do it?” Xavier barged into my room as I applied concealer to my scars, which were now healing.
“I don’t know what you are talking about” I replied reluctantly, turning my head left and right to check how I had done with the makeup.
Maybe the concealer? To hide the scars. Misty was still weak, and the damage was already done, so there was no point in trying to fix it anymore.
He slapped the bottle of concealer so hard everything spilt to the ground. I lifted my gaze, clenching my fists tight.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped.
He grabbed me by my arm, his nails digging deep into my skin as I looked into his eyes.
“What is wrong with you?”
“I didn’t do anything!” I snapped, pulling out my hand from his grip, but he pulled me back, making me hit me in his chest.
My eyes met with his and those eyes that looked at me with so much love and desire were just filled with—hatred and disgust.
“Xavier stop. You are hurting me” I complained, and he cont
