KANNA
I twirled in my chair as I sat in my office. Kyle was next door with his uncle Greg. I couldn't bare to face him, not with the way I look.
After some ointments and a few concealers which was an utter fail, so I opt for one of my big usual sunglasses, I limped into my shop like always. The bruises planted on my stomach hurt with every breath and step I took.
Course I got a few shocking stares from my employees but not one had asked me about my current condition.
They probably felt the angry aura I was now giving out while I felt their pity stares.
How could I be so stupid. If once wasn't enough I had to do it again but this time he has his own family. I have become my mother of which I had promised I would never be.
Couldn't I just blame it on the alcohol. On top of that, I just
