Chapter 11

As the morning sun dawned upon my face the next day, I remember wincing as the unbearable light moved onto my eyes. Groaning irritably, I turned around to make sure Andrea was still where she was supposed to be.

Almost half expecting her missing, I was relieved to find her grasping her pillow in her arms and smiling almost heavenly. Her long chestnut- coloured hair was in places and if I perked my ears up slightly, I could hear her soft breathing from where I had been sleeping. Giving myself a yawn, I quickly sprung out of bed and into the shower.

I could feel the warm water hitting my chest that day; I had been sore in places but still unhurt. Looking around my naked body, I saw some familiar scars that I had taken for the mob. Bullet wounds, which had been covered with stitches, scars from knives and blades, and bruises that hadn't quite gone away.

Cleansing myself thoroughly,