The man's mind ran on high twenty-four-seven. Lorenzo never stopped. He was always in perpetual motion in one way or another. How his body and mind kept up with his odd schedule, I didn't understand. I could hear him walking around the hallway at night from my room. Which was very odd. From being tired and weak from trying to heal, and my mind overwhelmed with worry and fear from what was yet to come, Raffael exhausted me just by watching watching on a daily basis, he was always a few step behind me. I haven't spoken to Lorenzo since that night, which was 5 days ago. It was easy ignoring him cause he was never in the house. Even if he was he locked himself up in his office or gym.
So, when he'd drifted off to sleep on the couch after a visit from someone, I took the chance to strip down the in bedroom and take a bath that was needed. I stopped to look at what my body looks week after the beating behind closed doors.
Hell, that's what it looked like.
Awful. Disgusting.
