I jerked up and took deep, fast breaths even if it stung my already aching throat. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down but to no avail. More tears kept pouring from my eyes the more I tried to wipe them.
I went to bathroom and splashed water on my face a good few times. I looked into the mirror and my pathetic state. I was still in the club dress, my hair was messed up and so was my face. Red, puffy and mascara smeared eyes stared back at me. But most of all the bruises on my neck took the cake. Dark blue and black finger marks stretched across my neck like rings, the whole area was red and swollen. I trailed my fingers across the bruises. The tears streamed again. After dabbing my face with a towel I exited the bathroom and quietly walked to the closet. Vincenzo seemed to
