Chloe

I picked myself from the floor scraping off any dirts that may have climbed my dress and I felt uneasy catching sight of his rigid contorted face.

"I'm sorry." I spoke with a soft voice and he looked closely at my face. I observed his eyes fixated at my face. He wore that eww, like disgusted look staring at the scars and swells on my face. I shivered in my chest feeling embarrassed and I tugged my scarf off the floor wrapping my head with it. 

I crossed the road on a fast pace and I glanced over my shoulder to check if he's still staring at me. He was and I hurried over to my car.

Sitting on my car seat, I grasped the steering wheel. I couldn't get it off my mind the irritated look on the Lorry driver's face. I felt pricked with sadness and I let tears dribble from my eyes. Knowing I am all alone in my car, I didn't try to stop the tears that were flowing down. It wasn't the first time someone shot me a disgusted look. 

I was crossing a sidewalk in the cold hours of the morning. My face was buried in my scarf. It concealed the scars and swells. The scarf was stiff like rubber and it wasn't transparent. I was glad no-one can see the scars even though they stared hard into my scarf.

I spotted a cab, I wanted to hurry to it when I got shoved by a lady. She was staring down at the screen of her phone and wasn't looking.

"I'm sorry miss." She apologized with a soft voice.

When she shoved me, my scarf escaped from my head and was floating in the air like a kite. I tried to reach to it, I even hopped like a kangaroo but it flew so high in the sky and I let out a sigh staring at it reaching the East.

"Ew...",  "grouse", "ugly!" I heard those voices behind me and my heart started to race realizing they've just seen my face. I touched my cheeks quickly as if there were dirts lying on them.

I suddenly felt a whack at my back and I jerked. The hit was so hard I felt my back slightly aching and I slowly turned to see two furrowed eyes scowling at me but those angry eyes sat in the smooth face of a blonde lady. 

"Ugly b*tch!" She screeched like thunder, "you're so ugly you deserve to be in a Pig's pen cause that's where ugly animals should be."

A lady besides her snorted into a serious outburst of laughter.

"Are my scars so bad? Am I really that hideous?" I began to question myself and I touched my face. Tears like cascade spurted from my eyes and I noticed the passengers walking by, quickly looking away from me.

And a robust lady, though she is at quite a far distance, I noticed her grimacing at me as if I were poop. The laughter of the ladies got so audible it pierced my ears and I scurried to a corner to hide. 

The blaring of a vehicle by the road ripped me from my reflections and I jerked. I glanced across the street and I noticed a chubby tall man standing by the sidewalk. His built reminded me again of the Lorry driver and an image of the disgusted look he donned, quickly flashed through my mind and another gush of tears flowed from my eyes.

My voice starts to crack, "Xavier is right. I should never show my face to anyone. Now everyone sees me as an ugly person. I'm ugly. Ugly. No one's gonna like me or respect me because of how I look. I don't deserve to be Xavier's wife, I'm so unattractive. I'm a horrible wife." 

I wanted to look at my cheeks to glance the scars again and I stared into the side mirror. I stared at my reflection and I felt a stab of pain staring at the scars. My hands trembled touching my cheeks and I threw my head on the steering wheel whimpering like a two-year-old.

Xavier arrived at Becca's apartment. He drove to a flower shop heading to her apartment and picked the prettiest bouquet. Becca's eyes lit in excitement staring at them and she perceived a delectable fragrance sniffing the roses.

Xavier felt drawn to her smooth hips which were disclosed, and he grabbed her in his arms. They walked to a sofa across the room and Xavier lay her down gently. He grasped the sling of her bra as he lies on her. He glimpsed her lustrous skin as he stroked her arm and she giggled. He grasped her hand and pulled her knuckle to his face, "you're goddamn beautiful gorgeous." He pecked it lovingly.

"And you're handsome Pretty boy." She squinted at Xavier and wrapped her hands on his neck and pulled him closer their forehead touched and he kissed her neck vigorously.

**

Several hours after, I listen to Xavier's footsteps marching into our bedroom. He just arrived home from Becca's. I felt jittery staring at Xavier's gnashed jaw as he storms to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me off the bed I crouched.

"Why did you? How could you?" He screamed at my face.

"What're you talking about Xavier?" I raised my brows. I was perplexed.

He rashly let go of my arm, my arm jerked and my heart raced staring into his eyes. They were like a burning fire that could consume anyone.