I waited patiently by her side. I needed to stop hiding my pain from her. I always try to be the strong one—not showing any weakness. However, this time it backfired. She got hurt because of my unhealthy coping mechanism.
Her breathing started to change when her eyes slowly opened up. She grunted, trying to sit up.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You fell in the bathroom. How are you feeling?”
The confusion in her eyes only grew. “Who are you?”
Shock laced my face but faded quickly when Elizabeth started to laugh.
“I’m sorry, I had to,” she said between laughs.
“Not funny.” I sighed, trying to hide my laughter.
“Can you tell me how you got those bruises?” I already knew but wondered if she put the pieces together.
“He...he was screwing someone. First, the pain. I couldn’t bre
