Lola - Late Evening of Wednesday, the 28th
The memories of being beaten come flooding into my mind. I can’t shake them. My wonderful moment with Justine is ruined as I’m blinded with hate. I close my eyes to center myself; only it makes it worse.
I see Nathan’s vexing sneer while his cold fist connects with my face. The exact spot is throbbing from a simple embrace. I take my hand, barely tapping my skin to soothe the ache.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Lola. I should’ve waited or been gentler,” Justine says sullenly.
I close my eyes, working through the pain, trying not to cry. I feel her take my hand in an attempt to comfort me. Through clenched teeth, I force a smile, pretending I’m all right, but my heart is racing.
“Damien, please go see what Gio has for pain and bruising,” she in
