Rachel POV
Bella & Rachel's Apartment
Bruises ringed my upper arms. I touched them gently with my fingertips as I stared at my naked body in the bathroom mirror. Everything felt surreal as I tried to take in the changes in my body.
Despite growing up with a terrible father, I was never beaten. The bruises under my eyes used to be common when I was a teen as Patrick's antics often kept me awake nights, worried someone would come to our home to collect on debts he owed. I wasn't used to seeing literal bruises on my body though.
My arms didn't hurt so much as there was a deep soreness sunken into my muscles alongside Nathan's fingerprints.
I dropped my hands from my arms to give my breasts a speculative look. They were definitely fuller and my n*****s were pebbled, flushed, too sensitive
