Break Me Down

Ch. 22

I laid there rubbing my face , trying to come to realization that Jamal actually hit me. I knew it was true ; my face tingled and was sensitive to the touch. I gained some sort of self control and managed to get up and walk to the bathroom . I looked in the mirror and began to cry again instantly as I looked at the massive hand print on my right cheek.

"Damn ," I sobbed as I held my cheek. I knew with the strength of the hit and my light skin complexion, it would be purple by morning. I looked at the clock . 3:45 am. Thank good today is Friday. I wont have to deal with him for a minute after today. I laid in bed and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up later and looked at the clock. '7:30 already , Damn. I tried my best to cover up my now purple bruise. I put on concealer and foundation which I normally don't wear. I put on my jeans , tank top ,a grey and pink stripped hoodie, and grey uggs. I waved my hair so my hair would fall on my face and put on a knitted headband to keep my hair in place. I looked in the mirror.

"As good as it can get," I mumbled as I made my way out the door and headed to school reluctantly.