Analise stood in front of the mirror, blinking away the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She brought her fingers under her eye to touch the tender black spot around it. The light tap was enough to cause her to wince in pain. Analise sniffled before dropping her hand with a deep sigh. She picked up her concealer and twisted the cap off. After another shaky breath, she spread the concealer under and around her eye, then used a blending brush to make it look somewhat natural. She was tired of doing this every day. It got old fast, but it wasn't like she could flaunt around a black eye or leave.
Analise decided to do a full face of makeup to make her coverup look more realistic. She'd mastered covering up bruises and black eyes, but she still liked to do an entire makeup look on her face to make it less obvious. If she only covered one part of her face in makeup, it would give her away. Nobody knew about the abuse except for her, her abuser, and her best friend. She planned to keep it that way. There were no telling what consequences she'd have to face if she got anyone else involved in her home life.
After Analise finished her makeup, she cut the bathroom lights off and left out of it. When she entered back into the bedroom, her boyfriend sat on the bed with headphones on and a game controller in his hands. She tried her best to avoid eye contact while walking over to the black nightstand to grab her car keys. Analise hoped he wouldn't question her or speak to her, but she never got that lucky.
On her way past him, he grabbed her arm, pulling her between his legs. Analise looked down at the light-skinned man. Her eyes were specially on the scratch on his face that was fresh from her nails after their fight. While Analise didn't want to look him in the eye, she couldn't ignore the blank expression on her face. Whenever Jordan looked at her without any emotion, she could be sure an insult or hit would follow.
"Where are you going?" he asked her, his grip on her wrist tightening.
"I'm gonna go to the shop to work on the car I've been doing," she mumbled.
"It's no food in this house," he said, letting go of her wrist and focusing back on the TV. "Come back in this house with food. I'm fucking hungry."
"I cooked last night, so there's food in the fridge."
He looked away from the TV just to twist his face up in a mug. "I don't want that shit. It's from last night. Bring some food in the house like I fucking asked or you ain't going nowhere."
