"Venus?"
"Huh?" I finally looked at my aunt's tense face. It has been an hour since I arrived. While having my dinner, I spiralled through the events that had transpired before and couldn't concentrate on what my aunt spoke.
The lady placed her hand upon mine, and asked, "You have serious bruises, yet you don't want to report them."
I glared into her eyes, and spoke, "It's not that I can't report them. I don't want our lives to turn chaotic."
"But!" The woman tried to intervene, but I explained, "Trust me, they are not good people. I heard what they spoke in the afternoon about me. It wouldn't be a good idea to even cross paths with them again."
The aunt finally understood and served me more.
Delighted to see her caring so much for me, I simply didn’t let the pain surface on my fac
