~AUTUMN~
"What happened to your face?" My mother asks as I step out of the car. She was too occupied earlier to realize how red it was, just my luck that she chose to pay attention to me now.
"Anya slapped me," I answer her. There was no use trying to hide it from her. My mother could always easily tell when I was lying.
She gasps, "I never liked that girl. Why would she hit you on your engagement night? If I'd known she would be so bitter, I would have never let her into our home."
"I don't know, mother; maybe it's because I'm marrying her mate." I point out, answering her question with the most obvious response.
My mother sighs, "that gives her no right to hit you. Why don't you stand up for yourself more? You've always let that girl walk all over you. We grew you up to avoid conf
