Ugly scar

Anne

It was an ugly, deep purple scar, slightly peeking out of her sleeves when she folded her hands underneath her bosom.

She widened her eyes and immediately dragged down her sleeves to conceal what I’d already seen.

“What is that, Jane?!” I asked again, moving close to her.

She stepped back from me, darting her eyes fearfully towards where we’d seen Joshua. He was still standing there, but he wasn’t looking our way.

“Did he do that to you?!” I whisper-yelled, already boiling with anger.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Anny. It’s just a new tattoo I got. It’s still healing. Joshua would never hit me,” she defended.

I was speechless. I didn’t know how to act rationally there and then. My mind kept telling me to stomp over to Joshua, grab a bottle from the table beside him, and smash it against his evil head. I couldn’t do that, though. Jane hadn’t admitted he was the culprit.

“Can I see it then?” I said, conjuring up the calmest voice I could muster from within.

“No. It is still messy.