MARIA'S POINT OF VIEW
I tried not to look too much at myself as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. There were a few cuts and bruises on my forehead as well as a new bruise that was forming fast after the slap he had given me, because the food had arrived a minute longer than he liked. I did not even flinch as I dabbed some spirit on it- already too used to the beatings, kicking, smacking, and swearing, I dabbed the liquid in barely feeling the sting as I tried to take care of the wound.
I opened my bathroom robe to see the huge gash across my ribs on my side from where he pushed me into the kitchen cabinet and pressed a hot pot into my side for not answering him when he called.
Esteban was the devil incarnate, but he hid it well from people: his charming smiles and his voice woul
