I entered my room and took a hot bath, which made me relax quickly, but now that the adrenaline had passed, I began to feel a slight pain in my arm, right where the guy had grabbed me. When I got out of the tub, I went straight to the mirror and looked at myself. I had two finger marks on my skin. It was bruised and looked awful. I would have to wear sweaters and long shirts until it went away. Thank heavens Lucke's sweatshirt had prevented my mother from seeing it, because she would have really gone crazy.
I combed my hair and got ready as best I could, sneezing every minute and my nose turned red. I looked terrible, but there wasn't much I could do. I had to be grateful that I got out without any serious harm. I could have ended up r***d or dead, or maybe both, if it weren't for Lucke.
