CHAPTER ELEVEN

       I touched my chest and gazed down at my fingers. Tears spilled like a fountain when I saw my fingers colored with crimson blood. 

        I reached my apartment with swollen eyes. I plucked the key from under the pot where I had kept the extra keys as an emergency. I wasn't bothered to look around. 

        I unlocked the door with shaking hands. My eyes rested on the marks. I stared at my both arms extending them forward. I let out a soft cry. It was swollen and hurting while moving. 

        I locked the door and covered my mouth with both hands. The room was echoing with my sobs. I rushed to the bathroom and washed him out of my skin. My arms were filled with marks. It was painful when I moved them. It was swollen where marks were too bright. It was nothing compared to my feelings. I was feeling disgusted.