Chapter 5: Get A Good Look

Schuyler

As morning light filters through the open curtains, I roll away from it hoping to catch some more sleep. As my left cheek hits the pillow, pain registers in my brain, and my eyes open wide. I sit up. My fingertips find my cheek swollen and warm. I slide from the bed, padding my way to the bathroom down the hall. I note Dallas’s door is no longer open; I assume she made it home.

My eyes squint at the bright vanity lights. Leaning toward the mirror, I instantly notice my swollen cheek is bright red. The heat and redness concern me. Wanting another opinion, I knock on Dallas’s door.

“What?” she moans.

“Dallas, something’s wrong. I need your help.” I try to keep the concern I’m feeling hidden until I get her opinion.

At my words, I hear footsteps on the tile floor, then the door flies open.

“Shit Schuyler! What did you do?” Dallas asks as she turns my chin for a better look.

“I woke up this way,” I answer.

She guides me into the bathroom for further examination under the lights.

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