Damn! That hurt.
He silently contemplated within himself as he gently touched his broken lips and bruised cheeks. He just confirmed that his friend knew how to throw a mean punch.
He could tell that black and blue would cover his skin by morning, feeling the soreness of his injuries and a few blood stains covering his fingers and clothes.
"Fuck!" He cussed, realizing he was not alone in the room, sensing a movement near him.
He had initially thought she had left with David or walked out after what had happened. But he was mistaken as he felt her presence.
She probably wanted to slap him or curse him for his unforgivable actions. He could not blame her. He believed he deserved it. His physical pain was no match for what he had caused her.
He also thought apologizing would never be enough, especially after the humiliation she experienced because of him.
"Are you alright?" He heard her ask as he felt her fingers on his shoulder.
