Nathan POV
"Fuck" I curse releasing some of the tension that had built up in my shoulders as I rest my hands on the sides of the sink, however, that doesn't make me feel any better. I then take the towel closest to me and with it, I dry my face unintentionally removing some of the makeup that had been put on me in preparation.
I turn my gaze to the mirror to notice that the towel has been stained and then I see that I have removed the color from over the bruises because now they were noticeable. Anyone who looked at me would realize that I had been the victim of a vicious beating from which I had failed to defend myself fairly.
"Shit" There goes my second curse in less than five seconds.
"Now how did I fix this?"
"Hey, bro" Without warning, Michael crosses the threshold of the door and throws safety once he's inside. He goes to my face and with a frown, mentions the obvious: "You've smeared your makeup, I can see the"
