#Chapter3

She peered into the mirror, checking her neck. The bruise was very clear and evidently, since it was so different from her skin tone. She sighed and pulled the band off her hair, and it fell in silky waves onto her shoulders and back.

She heard a knock on her door, and turned just as the door opened, and her father, opened the door and ushered himself in. She stood up from the dresser stool she had been sitting on, and arranged her hair so the hickey would be covered.

"Daddy." She said.

A lot of people had told her they found it childish, but she didn't care. She...