Amethyst's POV
I looked at myself in the mirror, taking a moment to truly absorb my reflection.
I took a deep, calming breath as I gently touched my cheek and winced a little at the tenderness I felt there.
There was a visible bruise on my face, a harsh reminder of what that old man had done to me the other day.
The mark looked even worse than it had yesterday, darker and more pronounced against my skin.
This is definitely going to be a problem.
It wasn't even the first time something like this had happened.
He didn't resort to violence often, but it had occurred before.
In fact, it was the day before I made the decision to run away.
We had gotten into a heated argument, one that escalated quickly, and in a moment of rage, he slapped me.
It was the first time I had ever experienc
