“Look what he did to me,” Marcus whined as Edwina pressed the hot towel on his bruised lips and eyes. “He’s an animal, he needs to be caged. I wonder how you cope.” He continued but she didn’t say a word. “What if he beats you up like this Edwina? I’m worried for you, he’s so aggressive and very dangerous especially when he is drunk.” He continued but she chose to remain silent. She wished that what everyone said was true. She wished Louis truly liked her, she wished things were different with him, then she wouldn’t have to bank all of her hope on Marcus who seemed to be a self centered narcissist. “You’re not saying anything?” He asked when he noticed how silent she was completely focused on his injury.
“I have nothing to say Marcus.”
“What? You’re taking his side?”
“You hurt me Marcu
