As she ignored the voice and kept walking, she heard the truck pull to the curb as he parked haphazardly, not bothering to turn his engine off.
Soon she felt strong arms grabbing her and turning her around to face him.
"Nikki – ", the voice began and then abruptly stopped. There was a gasp; he was shocked by what he saw.
“What the f**k happened to your face? Who did this?” he demanded. “Answer me!”
Nikita had no answers for him. She had not looked in the mirror. It was not a priority for her at the time. So, she had no idea what her face looked like. She remained silent.
He shook her gently, trying to get her out of her daze.
“Nikki, honey, I need you to tell me what happened. It does not look good from where I am standing,” he pleaded.
Yet she said not a word.
Realizing she had w
