Two lives in the past

Grusha's POV:

As soon as I opened my eyes, I involuntarily bend over the sink and threw up everything that was inside my stomach. I wonder if there were any. After throwing up, I washed my face and lifted my head to catch a glimpse of myself. My cheeks and nose were crimson red and red veins of eyes were highlighted in the white of sclera. A headache was forming in my head and my nose was running. I grabbed the towel back and dried off my face before keeping it on the counter. I took a few hobbling steps back and my eyes unknowingly fell over the scar on my hip. I slightly rotated my leg to get a full view of the scar.

Touching the scar, I trace it along to the end of it, at the inner thigh. It does its job. It reminds me of that day. It reminds me of those filthy touches. It reminds me how I was almost raped by that jerk. It reminds me everything. Just like he wanted to. Sighing heavily, I made my way out of the bathroom to bedroom without caring to cover myself. I always had this ha