Novel & Cerita Woke Up With Scratches On My Face

"We need to clean up your head and your face." "My face?" He stands, holding his hand out to me. I take it, swaying on my feet a little. He holds my shoulders, guiding me into the bathroom. "Take a look..." I face the mirror, gasping. A large bruise stretches over my eyes and cheek. My lip is split and there is a nasty gash on my right cheek. These injuries must have been from me falling on my face when I was hit in the back of the head. As my breathing settles, a deep ache settles in around my eye. I was so caught up in getting out safely that I didn't even feel the pain.

The next day came in a flash, I woke up with slight headache. It must be from crying till I blacked out. I walked into my bathroom and looked at my reflection. I looked horrible, my cheeks were puffy, my nose was pink and my eyes were dull and swollen. I felt disgusted by my self, they were right , I am ugly.

It wasn’t the sun that woke me up the next day, but the heat. I groaned, stumbling out of bed. Somehow, I managed to knock my knee against a dresser—and then slammed my face right into a wall. Another groan escaped me. Something wet licked my bare knee, and I remembered where I was. Rocco’s house. Werewolf mate. Instant-hubby. Right. Cool. Okay. “Think I bruised my nose,” I mumbled into the wall I’d crashed into, my body plastered to it for support. It came out like absolute gibberish.

But the force kept pulling me through. I woke up gasping. My heart was racing. Sweat covered my body. I touched my face, expecting to feel blood. My fingers came away wet, but not with sweat. With blood. I sat up quickly and looked at my arms. Light scratches covered my skin from my wrists to my shoulders. They were thin but real. Fresh. Still bleeding slightly. I looked at my legs. More scratches there too. But how was that possible? It had been a dream. Just a dream.

I yelled. “Byeeee…” Their footsteps faded until there was only silence again. Sweet, awkward silence. I sighed and finally dragged myself to the sink. The moment water touched my skin, I winced. Pain—hello, my old friend. I looked up at the mirror. Makeup: obliterated. Face: war zone. My nose was bruised, the left side of my face was starting to look like abstract art, and my lip had a fresh cut. Oh, and a beautiful new forehead wound. Lovely.

I tried to open my eyes but it hurt. My head was aching. I growled and tried to adjust my sight. I opened them and my vision was blurry. I saw a set of fingers pointing at my face and my face felt warm. I got up at once and gasped. " Calm down." He said. " Miles?" " Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked and I sighed. I touched my face and it was smooth. If I could remember vividly, Aiden's girlfriend smashed my face on a car window because of some fucked up reasons. I picked my phone and stared at my reflection on my selfie camera, there were no bruises at all.

I froze, don't open it, I told myself. But something in me… wanted to, I crept to the door and pressed my ear against it. The growling stopped, and then a whisper, rough and animalistic. "Mine." I gasped and stumbled backward, the doorknob twisted then stopped. Something sniffed the door, then silence, a footsteps retreating. The next morning, I woke up with a headache and scratches on the inside of my thighs. I hadn't left the bed, and I hadn't let anyone in. So where the hell did the marks come from?

I woke up to being hugged, it took me time to get my thoughts together, then I recalled what had happened last night, a sound I couldn't recognize came out from my mouth, I screamed and jumped with force . "could you be more quit" I heard a video from behind. I turned around only to see man naked beside me , I screamed " o my goodness, what did you do to me " I started hitting and kicking on the bed.

I was completely healed from the accident so I didn’t need painkillers to sleep anymore. Luckily, the scratches on my face had healed as well and the bruises, they all disappeared. When I finally sunk deep in the sheets and closed my eyes, my phone rang; I grabbed it right away and saw an unknown number but I picked it up anyway for some reason. "Hello?" The sound of a distant blow… It was a loud one "Hello?" Silence… "who is this?" No answer on the other end… "Hello?" beep-beep, beep-beep End of phone call

For once, I woke up without fear or pain. I pushed the dream aside and focused on getting out of bed. It took more effort than I would have liked, but I managed to swing my legs over the side and stand. Never, I shuffled to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth, then splashed some water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I looked like hell. I had dark circles under my eyes, and the rope burns were still visible on my wrists. There were a few small cuts on my neck from where Isaac had pressed the knife, although my wolf had mostly healed those.