Jessica's POV:
I go over my last strand of hair with the flat iron one more time before unplugging it. I wrap the cord around it, then lay it on my make up table. I sigh and sit up straighter in my small stool, inspecting myself in the mirror further. There's a small part of the bruise on my face showing, so I quickly cover it with more concealer.
"Jessica!" Abby screams up the stairs at me. I jump, knocking over a tube of mascara. I quickly pick it up with shaky hands while I hear Abby approaching my room. My parents put me on the second floor because it's only a two-story house and out of the way so they don't have to pass my room every time they walk by. Actually, when you get up the stairs, you either have to go straight, which will lead you to a few closets and a bathroom, or
