The breakfast mostly consisted of cereal, milk, and silence, utter silence that could even be cut from the knife. Sitting at the breakfast bar, I tried hard to not let the cold air hit me. I was just in a plain white tee and jeans from the other day. I had a minor temperature and I was cold. Only did I not feel cold, but uncomfortable as well. I wasn't very eager to show my bruises to anybody. He already saw so much and I was still skeptical about his thoughts on me.
Did he pity me too?
I had bruises everywhere, on my arms, my legs, my neck, and this time on my face too, because of the beating I received the day before yesterday. I was not able to locate the hoodie that I had worn on top. It wasn't there when I woke up, so I assumed he had placed it somewhere.
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