Chapter 7

ARIANNA

Salty watery tears, fueled up in my ears as I stared at my reflection in the horizontal mirror in my closet.

My fixed tourmaline gaze was on the awful beetroot red mark that Lucas slap had left engraved on my skin.

My pain clogged my lungs, making it quite difficult for me to breathe for a brief moment.

Slowly, my slender fingers caressed the mark and I winced in pain, shutting my eyes tight.

Bruises which I got from his nails were still very much fresh, dried blood smearing their surface.

Pushing back the clog that was in my throat, I let out a bright smile, one that was capable of hiding my pain.

I was practicing on how I would react when I ran into Lucas again.

I do not even think I would be able to face anyone this morning but I can not keep sulking about my unfortunate fate up here in my room.

No.

I will hold my head up high and walk down the stairs like nothing happened.

As I thought of it all, tears struggled to break through the barrier of my eyelids but I bli