Chapter 12
May 4
I wake feeling groggy. My lips throb and stick together with dried blood. I dampen a washcloth with warm water and moisten my lips until I can finally get them to separate. I carefully wash off as much of the dried blood as I can. My tongue seeks out the cuts, and I grimace in pain. I down a couple of aspirin with a gulp of water. The reflection looking back at me in the mirror is grotesque. My lips are bloody and swollen to twice their normal size. My eyelids are black. The left side of my face has a purple-yellow bruise from my jawline all the way to my eye. I pull up my T-shirt and see exactly where Nick’s first punch landed. There’s a nice welt surrounded by more bruising. I touch it gingerly. Painful but not as sore as my face.
I check my phone and see Charlotte ha
