Clara's POV
I wake up to my mom screaming. She is freaking out. What the hell happened last night? I try to sit up, but I fail. I scream in pain clutching my ribs. Turns out that only makes things worse.
That made my mom freak out even more. So much so that she is now on the phone with 911. This is all my fault, if I would've just kept my thought to myself. He was being so nice. I slowly say up, ignoring the pain, and went to the bathroom. I now see why my mom was screaming.
My hair was like a bird's nest. I had dark purple bruises all over my face. At least I know I didn't break my ribs or I wouldn't be walking right now. I take my shirt off. I see a bruise that stretches from the strap of my bra to my belly button. I looks suspiciously like a shoe pattern. There is also a bunch of small bruises around the big one. My legs, like my stomach, are covered in bruises if all different sizes.
I look disgusting. It seems as if when I talk something dumb comes out, and ruins everything. I walk back into the room where my mom, and as of now the paramedics, are talking.
When I step into the room everyone is staring at me.
" Who did this to you?" My mom asks, voice wobbling. My brain screens PEYTON!!! But my nothing comes out. From this day on I can't talk. when I do I screw things up.
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