Amelia
I stare at the offending hand. I can’t believe I slapped Martin’s cheek. I have never put my hands on anyone in my entire life. I told myself I wouldn’t unless I absolutely had to.
My eyes well with tears. Not because I slapped Martin, ‘cause it was due, but because I slapped someone in general.
“Martin, I’m so sorry,” I apologize, “I didn’t meant to do that. It just happened.”
“I deserved it. It was also a wake-up call for me. I’ll leave you alone from now on,” he says, rubbing the area I just slapped. It’s turning red.
He’s gone before I can say anything. I wouldn’t even know what to say though.
Hunter enters the bathroom shortly after. Knowing that he might have heard what happened, a flood of tears begin to come down my cheeks. I’m hurt and embarrassed.
He gathers me in
