Zach's PoV:
Her tears pricked me, her pain wounded me, more than anything her perception about me started killing me.
I want to prove to her that I am not others, desperation consumed me. I have never sympathized with any… heck, I don't even know what sympathy means and here my heart is aching for this girl, who is accusing me.
"Irene… look at me" I demanded.
Her reddish orbs met mine and I felt my heart skipping a beat, I felt utterly different as she stared at me.
"I don't know how to prove, but I am going to do that Irene, I am not like others and the last thing I want you to think is I being an ass like the shithole who did this to you" I shut my eyes tightly unable to even imagine how she must be feeling like.
Not an inch of her skin is clear, there is no place where the marks of the belt ain't visible.
