Woke Up With Scratches On My Face Novels & Stories

' I asked myself. I was about to stood up but I felt a pain in my forehead and feet. I touched my forehead and felt the gauze in it and then I looked at my body. I have a wound on my left knee, my right knee has a bit bruise, I also have some bruises on some part of my legs and even some scratches. Same with my hand, with wounds on both elbows and scratches on the left hand. "Where did I got the---" My eyes widened and I covered my mouth when I remembered where these bruises and scratches came from!

Tasha I woke up nestled in a comforter that smelled like Timothy. I snuggled down into it, letting it relax me. I rolled a little to be able to reach across the bed for him but it was empty. I sat up and when the air moved over my face it burned. I let out a hiss of pain and gently touched my face. I went into the bathroom and my mouth dropped open when I saw the huge bruise on my cheek, surrounding my eye.

I walked to the bathroom to wash myself, but the moment I splashed water on my bruised face, it hurt me badly because of the scratches I obtained when Mary was dragging me on the floor. My face was swollen with red fingerprint, I wasn't looking like myself anymore. This is really unfair! I let my finger graze my scratch and I flinched immediately, wincing in pain. “Ouch!” I squirmed, squeezing my eyes closed as I splashed more water on my swollen face. My fingers trembled slightly as I turned off the tap, lifting my head up from the sink to glance at my reflection, then I smiled bitterly, and a few tears suddenly dropped from my eyes.

I took a deep breath, hugged myself and unconsciously fell asleep again. I felt myself lift into the air and groaned. I clung to his neck and leaned my head more on his chest. I couldn't open my eyes. Until I felt the soft bed. I was stung, I hugged the blanket and my cheek was hit hard. I turned to the other side and slept again. Until I woke up in the morning. I sat on the bed, I closed my eyes again feeling dizzy because of the sudden sitting. I stood up and went straight to the bathroom, washed up. I looked at the mirror holding both cheeks. I don't know if I was just dreaming last night, but I felt something cold on my cheek. It's not too swollen anymore and only a little bruise can be

Yeah, right, I snorted internally, grimacing sharply at my stupid thought before turning my gaze to the mirror. I cringed at the sight. A fresh bruise was forming on one cheek and an older one was on my jaw. My already busted lip was starting to swell on one side and blood trickled down from the cut. Scratches covered my cheeks and chin from when I was thrown onto the floor yesterday.

I woke up at seven in the evening. l touched my face it was wet. I fell asleep while crying. Stepping down from my bed I went to the bathroom. After washing my face I glared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were swollen and red. My face looked like a pumpkin.

Taking a shortcut through the buildings, I arrived in my room without being seen, hopefully. I was shaking from head to toe. I had crazy eyes and a scratch on the side of my face. I think it was when we stumbled down, and I had to slide my face over the hard sand. A free face scrub that had scrubbed away my skin. There was no way of hiding it from anyone, and he was for sure going to ask. I applied some face cream, but it only made it angrier and redder, so I washed it with cold water to lower the swelling. Not only had I been assaulted, but I bore the scars and bruises to prove it; the digit marks were all over my hips and upper arm. Good thing those were cover-able, but when I stepped out

“How often did you see Miss Matthews?” “Last night was the first time I’ve ever seen her. I didn’t even know anybody lived in that little house back there. You can’t really see it from here unless you look through the bushes.” Jones squinted and cocked his head. “Could you tell me how you happened to get that scratch on your face?” The fingers on my right hand went to my cheek. “I—I don’t know. I told you I had a lot to drink last night. I swear this has never happened before, but…I passed out over there.”

Having to wake up in the morning with my cheek throbbing from the slap I had was a nightmare. I didn't know why it was more painful than last night, but maybe because of the emotional pain I felt yesterday made my physical body numb. If that even made sense. Prominent redness had formed on my cheek, and it had Dad's hand marked on it. Layering it with concealer and foundation was the only way nobody would notice it.

When I woke the next morning, my face wasn’t throbbing, after Maude had put a cold flannel on it, but it still hurt to touch and I could feel that part of my skin had become bumpy. I knew he left a mark, which meant I now had to put up with him mocking me in front of people, telling them how clumsy I am for falling over, or always managing to get myself scrapes and scratches. I don’t know if anyone ever actually believed him, but either way, they knew better than to voice their opinion.