Chapter 15

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts

Faith POV

I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

I went to the bathroom and took a look of myself at the mirror. Sure enough my face was a mess. My eyes were swollen red, the darkness in my eyelids gone much worst than before, my hair was an unruly mess and there were tear tracks streaming from my eyes to my cheeks.

I turned on the faucet and splashed the cold water to my face. I took the towel from the towel rack to wipe my face.

I got out of the bathroom and went infront of the doors. As I was about to open the door, I didn't need to push the handle.

When I examined it, I realized that the lock was broken and the nails were missed.

He must've broken it.

I peeked my head out the door to see if anyone was there. To my relief, there was no one. Maybe he is still sleeping. Please let him