Chapter Twenty-six

I was in Denver's family house for a get-together talking to his sister in-laws, when one of the in-laws was touching the neckline of my cloth. She was telling me how much the cloth cost since she was a fashion designer and a model who owns a large boutique in Florida. She kept ranting about the quality, while I was in pain as I tried to keep standing on a four inches heel.

Her hand mistakenly brushed the bruise on my chest and I hissed a bit too loud for them to be suspicious. It was a deep v line neck, so it was easy to pull aside to reveal an angry looking bruise on the top of my breast. She didn't need a second look to know it wasn't a love bite. She asked as they all looked at me waiting to know the incident behind the injury.

I didn't know what else to say, this was not the first time they had seen something like but I have always lied. Now I was tired, tired of covering up his shit. I was angry, I wanted them to know so they could help me. I felt like I was dying.

It seemed a