~ Seraphina's POV
I don’t look back as I walk toward the house. I don’t care if I’m limping a little. I don’t care if my dress is torn or that I probably look like s**t. My palms sting and there’s blood drying on them, crusting under my nails. I wipe them on the side of my dress, but it only smears the red into dark patches.
I feel gross. So gross.
Inside, the lights are warm and soft, but they don’t make me feel any better. I head straight for the nearest guest bathroom, ignoring the looks the helps in the house are giving me. I lock the door behind me, taking a deep breath.
Then I finally look in the mirror.
God.
I look tired. My hair’s a mess, my eyes are red. The smeared makeup makes me look like I’ve been crying for hours even though I didn’t let myself shed a single tear back t
