Isha
I was so pissed. I could not believe he hit me. I looked in the rearview mirror when I stopped at a stoplight. My cheek was throbbing. I gasped a little at the welts on my face. That f*cking a*shole. I touched the welts, and they were as warm as they looked. I hoped I wouldn’t bruise. That’s the last thing I needed was to show up in Vegas with a bruise on my face, worrying my mom and Nana.
Pulling into my driveway a few minutes later I hurriedly opened the front door and ran upstairs for my bags. I hastily threw the outfit I was wearing the next day in one of my bags. I looked up a hotel, booked a room, and then I ordered an Uber and was pleased to see a ride was just two minutes away. I looked around my room, looking to see if there was anything I was leaving behind becaus
