Zane's POV
I woke up on the couch, not my bed but the couch. Probably because because of Travis. I felt nothing but pain all over. I walked upstairs into the bathroom as quietly as possible. I didn't know if Travis was here or not, or if he's awake yet. So I have to stay silent.
As I enter the bathroom, I caught a sight of myself in the mirror. My lip was busted open and very red. I hissed in pain when I touched it. I lifted my shirt to be met with black and blue bruises and red cuts on me.
Oh Irene, why did I have to fight with him last night? I thought. I'm such a fucking idiot.
I stripped off my battered up cloths, and hopped into the shower. I hissed as the hot water hit my scratches.
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