Witness
"I'm not mad, but I swear to god if you don't remember to keep your phone with you, and to keep it CHARGED, from here on out, I'll kill you myself."
I scoffed, "Duly noted."
I stood up then, moving to where Hannah was passed out on her bed. I grabbed one of her makeup wipes from her bedside drawer, blotting away the tear stains only to reveal some bluish-purple coloring across her cheek.
I stared at it for a moment, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I even blinked hard a few times, but the mark remained. I was certain... that son of a bitch had hit her.
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