Bellamy pov
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He serves me a plate of the food ,he got while he was on his way
And refused to tell me why he was late home ,but I don't budge him more
I'm not his wife to care
I share him the pizza I had ordered earlier
I ordered enough for both of us
While he had got ,just for one person
I was too pissed and tears didn't stop while I left home
I didn't wanted to go to school with those bagy eyes and those nails scars on my skin
Even if I could have made it to the school depending on my make up skills
Covering my reality with a nice concealer
But what's the use ?
He would have figured it out
Like the last time
And moreover I didn't wanted to spoil the scar
Burning my skin more by application of makeup
So ,I skipped the school
I could have gone to Sama
