Bruises

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The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

•bob marley•

I hated the elevator.

The doors dinged open right next to Tim's apartment, and they were too loud.

I started crying again, hurrying towards my apartment.

I fumbled with the keys, finally getting the door unlocked and slamming it shut behind me.

I deadlocked it.

I looked at the time, and it was almost 8:00 at night.

I crawled out of my clothes, my shirt damp with my tears, and into my pajamas.

A light tap on the door came, echoing throughout the small apartment.

"Olivia?" said Tim. "Please, Olivia, can I come in?"

I slowly walked to the door, unlocked it with the key, and there stood Tim.

He leapt forward and hugged me, his arms tight and restricting around me.

I could say restricting, or protective; depends how I see it.

After what he had indirectly done, it was restricting.

"What was that about, Liv?"

"Don't call me Liv."

"Sorry. So?"

I looked down. "He was my brother."

"And? So what?" I looked up at him angrily.

"He is a monster. He hurts me." I tilt my face into the light, illuminating my burn on my cheek. I lifted up the edge of my pajama top, showing him the purplish bruise.

He didn't say anything.

I slammed the door on his face.

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