(Tracey’s POV)
The next morning I woke up to find my wrist was sporting a nice bruise. You could actually see the four places where his fingers pressed, while the back part of my wrist had a longer “strip” that was bruised where the area between his thumb and forefinger rested. So yeah, it went all the way around my wrist.
I was looking for something to cover it up when Lucas came out of the bathroom. He looked over at me, then down at my hands which were still repacking stuff in my bag. He saw my wrist and his eyes darkened, and I stepped back as fear filled me.
He must have seen my fear cross my eyes because he instantly looked at me with remorse as he said, “It’s alright, babe. I’m not mad at you. I’m p*ssed that f*cktard hurt you, though. Why didn’t you tell us?” He said in a calm
