On my drive back, I sent a text to Estelle, letting her know I was headed home. Her reply came almost immediately.
“Almost home too.”
I released a deep breath. Knowing she was safe eased the tension coiled tightly inside me.
Pain shot through my jaw and I winced, the fight with Eric beginning to weigh heavy on me. The bastard had managed to land a punch… good for him.
I’d let out all the rage contained in me onto him, and I had no single regret. He deserved it and so much more.
As I arrived back home and walked through the doors, eyes were on me, probably wondering why I came with blood-stained clothes. As I shot back a glare at them, they would divert their gazes quickly.
I needed a shower. Maybe a shower with Estelle if she’d take pity on me.
The engraved image of her naked body
