I was first to Starbucks when I realized that the pain from where Mark had been rough was growing stronger. After I ordered my drink, I headed to the bathroom to take a look at the damage. There were bruises on my biceps from where he held me and on my hips. I shrugged it off, making a mental note to talk to him about it later.
I walked back out, grabbed my drink from the counter and checked my phone. There was a text from my father. I haven’t heard from him in years and my interested peaked. Why would he message me so randomly? Whatever, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction and speak to him, not unless it was needed.
I was sitting at the table, looking up apartments on my phone when Mia sat down in front of me.
“So, tell me how your date was?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
