Chapter 21: Prayer

I am busy putting the ointment on the bruises that my own hands caused. I closed my eyes as my skin absorbed the coolness effect of the ointment. I'm feeling good somehow. It's been a week after I hurt my own face.

"Look what you did to your face, Athara. No one suffered but you. Somehow, think before doing anything to yourself," my husband said.

I didn't say a word of blaming him because I did it to myself. And telling him that I did it because of him is quite unreasonable to him. He will put his ass away if I reason that out. He always washes his hands after the damage has been done to ensure that he is not the one to be blamed.

"You're here already? I thought you wouldn't come home."

"This is my house. I will go home whenever I want," he said.

He removed his clothes and took a towel to cover his lower body. He headed to the bathroom.

I faced the mirror again. I haven't been able to move the muscles in my face very much because the parts with bruises are still aching.

"Theron'