Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and winced at the sight of my face. Everywhere I had originally had a piercing, was now an ugly, sore-looking (and feeling) bruise.

‘Here’. I glanced over, He was holding out a cloth. I took it but didn’t thank him, why would I? He caused this. I rinsed it under the tap and started dabbing away the dried blood. I kept looking at him in the mirror, making sure he was staying where he was, sitting on the corner of the bath, and away from me.

Once the blood was gone, I rinsed the cloth off and left it on the side of the sink before hopping up to sit on the counter.

‘Why do you do... This?’ I asked, pointing to my face, he just shrugged. ‘There must be a reason’.

‘It's fun. I like inflicting pain’.

‘You realise how insanely fucked up that is right?’

‘Of course’. He seemed so blasé about it, ‘I’m a monster, I’m well aware of it, it's why every woman I’ve ever loved has left me… one way or the other’.

‘I feel like there’