I keep fidgeting with my wet hair to hide the swollen bruise forming around my eye behind a lock of my hair. I’ve changed my shirt multiple times to cover up the rest of the bruises on my shoulder. There was nothing I could do about my busted lip, though. I don’t know why out of all days Jason wants to video call me. He could have at least let me slept it off and talked to me in the morning. Now I was suffocating myself by my own restlessness. I was seated on my bed, ready to tip over and fall asleep while waiting for him to connect the line.
I had no idea why I felt this nervous. Jason has witnessed me coming out of fights looking worse. I’ve kissed him a few times and yet, I can’t calm my beating heart. My shoulders jumped when the black screen disappeared and Jason’s face appeared. “Oh
