Chapter Eleven

Laurie walks into the bathroom and takes her time changing into the significantly softer clothes. 

She takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror and lets out a disgruntled sigh when she spots a bruise forming on her right arm. There was some light bruising that went around her upper arm that Laurie knew would darken come morning. She hadn't been paying attention to how hard the man, Darren, had grabbed her but now that she wasn't wearing the sweater, she could see it was apparently hard enough to bruise.

She inspects herself further and groans in annoyance as she sees another on her wrist. "Great. That's just great."

She had been too busy being in her own head to feel anything and now that she had the time, she was making sure she had not missed anything, stopping only when she was satisfied at having found no other injuries. 

She looked over the bruises she did have and deduced that the one on her wrist looked far worse than the one on he