Woke Up With Scratches On My Face Novels & Stories

I say to myself. I look at my arms and see they have scratches from the branches that hit my face as I tried to get Eros off me and then when I fell. I know they’ll heal quickly, but not as fast as Eros healed—in this moment, he probably doesn’t even have a mark on his body. While I do, and they still burn. “I need to clean this before it gets infected,” I say, looking at the marks. I go to the bathroom, wet a piece of cloth, and start wiping my face. It stings, and I see my reflection in the water inside the basin, seeing the marks scattered across my face.

He absolutely saw how horrifying my face was. I immediately stood in front of the mirror as I reached my room. My eyes were badly swollen. My cheeks were as red as tomatoes. My hair looks like a tumbleweed and there's a little drool beside my lower lips. I cupped my face and gently massaged my temples afterwards. I am now totally awake!

I frowned and glanced down, realizing there was a scratch on my upper breast. It must have been from Gavin; I was so wrapped up in the moment, I hadn’t realized he had scratched me while we had sex. My face instantly grew warm as I covered it with my nightgown. “I must have scrubbed a little too hard in the shower,” I said with a light chuckle. He was quiet for a moment, but he said nothing more. He turned over in bed and fell asleep quickly. I, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep at all.

She gives him one more glare and then walks away. I remained there for approximately a minute before almost racing inside my room. I must have fallen asleep while I was crying because when I woke up, it was already past noon. I got out of bed slowly and headed to the restroom. I made a face when I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were puffy, and my jaw hurt like it was on fire. There was a red mark on my cheeks and a cut on the side of my lower lip that was easy to detect.

He stirred but didn’t wake, his face relaxed in sleep, the usual tension smoothed away. I padded barefoot into the adjoining bathroom, splashing water on my face, trying to wash away the lingering haze of last night. My reflection in the mirror was a mess, hair wild, lips swollen, his mark dark and obvious on my throat. I touched it gingerly, a shiver running through me.

I had no idea why I was suddenly afraid of everything and why it felt as if they were eyes everywhere watching us. “Sorry I couldn't come visit at the hospital” he apologised. “It's alright, Trevor” I reminded him after he finally pulled away from what felt like torture, allowing me to breathe. “Did you get my flowers?” I winced at his enthusiasm. “Yes, thank you very much” Something caught my attention, it was the scratch on his face, his left eye. The bruises look like they were almost healed up but were still visible if you looked closely, they ran from underneath his eye to his cheek.

AQUA The next morning, I woke up to Gunnar's alarm blaring in the background. He had mentioned yesterday that he had a morning pack run to lead, so I reached for his phone to turn it off and wake him up. However, I suddenly noticed that my face felt very itchy. The more I scratched it, the itchier it became, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. I tapped Gunnar three times and watched him stir a bit. My throat also felt scratchy and painful when I tried to call out to him. "Wake up, Gunnar. You have a pack run to lead."

They got a little scratch on their faces because they had fought with Nathalia and Mekeni last night also. "I'm sorry. Because of me, you guys got a scratch on your pretty faces." "Nah! Don't be sorry. This is just a little. It will heal after three days. Besides we have an ointment for this. You should worry about yourself. What you've got was more worse than what we had got." Yassi says.

Dylan POV. It was a small knock on the door, that seemed to wake me from my sleep. I groaned as I sat up, realizing I had slept crumpled up on the solid floor. My entire body ached as I forced myself to stand, I walked over to a small mirror and looked at my face, I barely even recognized the girl staring back at me. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and my cheeks and forehead were dirty, I had a large scabby cut on my forehead where I had hit it on the floor during my abduction yesterday, and my left cheek bone had a rather large bruise forming from where the King had slapped me a billion and one times.

“Mommy! wake up I want to play!” “Casey be quit let mommy sleep come downstairs” “But Daddy, I want mommy to play with me” “Not today, moms not feeling good today let her sleep” I can hear the door close slowly as I start to open my eyes. The room is dark. The blackout curtains keep the sunlight out and today I’m so glad that they do. My body feels like it has been run over by a train. I try to turn over in bed and it hurts so bad that a moan escapes my mouth. I don’t know how long I laid there. I didn’t care, I wished that I would die right there and never have to live another day in this place. I feel horrible and could not see anyway out of this situation but death. I finally force my bod