Luna

TWO

L U N A

I woke up with a throbbing headache.

It was two days ago that Nick found out about my little secret. He had caused so much damage, it was almost impossible to leave my bed. The only times I left it, were to use the bathroom.

I didn't have the strength to go downstairs to eat. And to be honest, I was too scared to go because I didn't want to face Nick. Luckily I still had an empty bottle of water in my room that could be filled in the bathroom.

Nick surprisingly left me alone. I think he knows I need to recover from his assault.

My whole body hurts. I lift myself off the bed with great difficulty and move to the bathroom eager to clean myself from his touch. For the past two days, I felt dirty. There was nothing more I wanted to do than wash myself, but I simply couldn't stand longer than five minutes.

I set the water on the warmest stand. So I could replace the burn from his touch, with the burn from the boiling water. Unfortunately, for me the water did not heat up further to lukewarm.

I started scrubbing my skin, trying to erase what happened. When I reached my hips, I noticed some small bruises. Five rounds on each side. The nauseous feeling came back, though I'm not sure if it had ever gone away.

He was much more aggressive than normal.

After ten minutes of scrubbing my skin red, I took care of my new wounds. Even though there wasn't much I could do. My ribs were in such a bad state. Every breath I took sends a sharp pain through my body.

My rumbling stomach brings me back to reality. It's been a while since I've eaten. I make my way into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat.

Before I can search the cabinets, the doorbell rings.

I make sure to cover every inch of my skin that could indicate I was in pain. I opened the door slowly, bracing myself for who it could be. We barely got visitors, and when we did, it were Nick his friends. People who were as sick in the head as him.

Instead, I was facing a man and woman in uniform. Fuck its the police. If Nick knew they were here, I would be blamed. And I couldn't handle another beating know. It was too early.

The best thing to do was to act as if everything was alright. She tried to smile at the man and woman, trying her best to seem sincere.

"Hello Miss, I'm officer Williams and this is my partner, officer Jones," she said with a small smile.

My social anxiety spiked up. "Hello," I said with a small voice. My heart rate kept speeding up, I was afraid it was going to explode.

"Is this the home of Nick Smith?" officer Jones asked.

My mouth ran dry. What do I do? Do I lie or tell the truth?

I would be in trouble either way I thought.

"Yes," I eventually answered.

"We are here to discuss the situation of Nick Smith. He has been stopped and caught with possession of drugs, drunk driving and being violent toward an officer. We have a search warrant to see if there are more drugs. Can we come in?"

I was gobsmacked when the words left her mouth. "Uhh yeah, come in," I whisper.

I knew Nick was an aggressive drunk but drug possession?

For the past hour they've turned the whole house upside down. They found a lot of drugs in places I didn't even know existed.

I was pretty sure Nick wasn't an addict, not to drugs anyway. The possession of so many drugs would result in prison sentence.