Lola - On the evening of Wednesday, the 28th
When Justine walked through the door, I broke, telling her everything, things only my journal knows. She is genuinely kind with her care of me. I hate that I flinched away several times because of the pain.
I was mortified to expose myself to her, but Justine listened with a sincere heart. It’s strange to know she’s been in my shoes before. She is only concerned about my well-being and safety.
Justine doesn’t press me to go to the hospital or call the police. Which I’m thankful for. I feel ashamed enough; doing those things would only make me feel worse. Besides, it’s over now.
We move from the kitchen to the bathroom, and Justine helps to apply my makeup. Her hands are gentle, and she did a fantastic job. Looking in the mirror, I don’t rec
