I avoided Christen as much as I could.

I stayed in my room for the whole night, not wanting to face him. My wrist had started to go a purplish brown colour, the fingerprints from his grip clearly visible. I touched my wrist and winced.

I was getting ready for school, purposely wearing one of my bigger jumpers to hide my wrist. I don't need people questioning why I have a bruised wrist. It would only add to the gossip, which I definitely don't need right now.

I skipped quickly through the house, not even eating breakfast before I was out the door. I sighed deeply and walked to the...