Blood on his hands

My eyes roamed over the back of his hand. I noticed that though it was roughed up, it didn’t look like it was his blood. “What happened?”, I asked in a whisper. “Nothing you need to worry about”, He grunted out and pulled the bloody hand out of my grasp. “Let’s go inside, it’s too cold out here and I brought your breakfast”, He continued quickly not giving me a chance to protest.

“Huh! Okay”, l shrugged my shoulders then entered inside the bedroom. He slammed the door behind us and also entered. Per now I had my moods ruined up. I felt uncomfortable , he didn’t only have blood on his knuckles but also his release was coated in between my thighs. “Just a moment”, l mumbled before I walked to the bathroom to freshen up.

In the wall length mirror, l looked at myself. I instantly cringed at what I saw. “Is this what Damien saw when he found me?”, I inwardly asked myself as I checked out my body in the mirror. My blonde curls were more messed up than usual and they fell randomly around my