When Jackson woke me up the next morning, my head so f*****g bad. Instantly I rolled to my side holding my head and groaning. I heard Jackson rush out of the room, so I stumbled out of bed, feeling a little dizzy and made my way to the bathroom.
After I relieved my bladder, I washed my hands. When I looked at myself in the mirror, tears instantly swelled in my eyes. The whole side of my face was swollen and bruised, including my eye. My neck had dark purple bruises that were way more noticeable than the love marks Jackson had given me.
I sat on the edge of the bathtub and dropped my forehead into my hands as I quietly cried. I looked and felt like hell because of that asshole and this is supposed to be one of my happiest days ever. A few minutes later, Jackson came b
