Chapter 18

I removed my glass as I look my self in the mirror. I look like hell, so damn hell...

Why can't I cry? I badly want to cry...

I feel like I'm going to passed out because of my head, it's still spinning, I'm getting dizzy each passing second…

Monica really hate me to the point that she hurts me so much. How can I face Bullet or Brandon or Emerald with my face? I think it will last weeks to get okay. Especially my cut because of the folder she threw to me.

I pressed the cloth more to the wound. It's a little deep and long. The cold compress is on my lips, the bruises that I get from Monica is not a joke. I know, I can in win the court if I want to see her, but I don't want more damage. I want to keep it to my self. It's nothing serious, right?

My curly hair is tied up, it's sticking to my wound and its hurt. I'm now here at my apartment, it take me home to get home. I didn't tell Bullet anything that happened, I eve hide, I don't want him to See Me like this, I need to get better first.