Warning self harm
Marcus POV
She lays in my bed and the curtains are closed just her silhouette of her sleeping body in the candle light.
I’ve been nursing the drink in my hand for an hour, the ice has slowly melted and I just can’t bring my self to drink it.
I know that when she wakes she’s going to be angry and could become violent.
She’s hitting her 30th week pregnant and her bump has grown so much since I last saw her.
My heart breaks as I look over her little body the bruises the scratches, all the marks that litter her body.
Rage courses through my body but the only person I have to blame is me.
A little rattle echos in the room as Arianna moves slightly in her sleep.
I can see the collar on her neck with the gold hoop with a chain attached to it that’s then attached
