Hannah pov
I woke up early in the morning, I saw him he was still sleeping calmly. He was cuddling me as the way he cuddles me I try to move, and he wakes up.
"Hannah, where are you going," he asked me while his eyes are closed.
"I......I wa........ Want to use.......th....the washroom." I said in a trembling voice now his voice gives me chills, I became afraid of his single word.
Okay, you can go, he places his hand away from me and let me use the washroom. In the mirror I was seeing myself, my body which was cleaned and white now this is covered with red-blue bruises. My mouth is swelled and blows can see clearly on it. My body my face which everyone used to admire is now the ugliest thing in the world. Did I deserve all this? Why I'm so helpless against him? Tears start oozing t
