A Date?

Mila’s POV

Pulling the best I can on my powers, I try to fix what’s left, but I only manage to heal the red mark from her slap. The bruises haven’t changed at all. That will have to do for now. I’ll need some ice for the black eye, though. I turn the bathroom light off and walk silently to the kitchen. There are a few ice packs that I keep inside the freezer, so I pull one out and place it over my eyes. I hiss at the cold, but it gives me some relief.

I fight back tears as I look at my reflection in the window. It’s dark now, which means I was passed out for a few hours…on the floor. She walked past me several times and did nothing.

This can’t go on…

Even if she knows she can’t kill me, one day her anger will go too far and she will. This was proof of that. Any one of my injuries could have become life threatening. The idea of my last breath would come while I was lying on a cold floor makes a tear fall from my eyes.

Would any wonder what happened to me? Or would they believe whatever