We hadn't spoken since the kiss. Actually, I hadn't seen Adrian since then. I knew he was checking in with my dad on how I was because every time he phoned he'd tell me.
It's not like I could be mad, he had just lost his Mum. I'm sure his mind was all over the place but that didn't make my brain overthink the fact he was ignoring me any less.
"You ok sweetie, you need anything?" My mum asked peeking into my bedroom.
"I'm fine, I'll be down shortly."
Sitting down at my dressing table I stared at the mess I had become. Two black eyes, several cuts, and stitches on my face, the same on my arms. Bruises everywhere and still I smiled because I wouldn't let him take that from me.
"You are a strong person." I whispered to myself.
My Dad was best friends with one of the head police officers,
