40. BACK WITH THE FAMILY

I stared at myself in the mirror and I hated what I saw.

I wanted to claw my skin over and over.

I was weak. I was stupid.

The brush moved across my burning skin, the concealer hiding the fresh burning red marks.

My eyes burned from how hard I had cried.

A loud bang on the door sent me jumping and yelping. My body shivered so hard and I hated it. I hated the fear Damon had spilled on me. I hated the disgust he had poured on me.

“Get out, we have landed!” Gone was his polite tone, he had shown his true side and it was ugly.

I turned back to the mirror. The wipe was used to dab the tears away. As hard as I tried, my eyes were blood red and nothing could solve that.

More concealer was need. I dabbed more on my neck before putting away the brushes in my makeup case. I slipped it back in my bag.

“ Come on!” Another bang sent me jumping.

With shaky hands I took out a pair of glasses, slipping them on before I took my bag and went to the door.

I wouldn’t let him treat me like th