A bruised body, covered in small and medium cuts, deep enough to leave a scar. Her face, swollen, almost not recognizable, the lips puffy just like her left eye; it all covered in blood half-hiding an uncomfortable expression.
Kyle felt a knot form in his stomach, his eyes dropping to see Cassidy. She was crying, her hands covering her mouth as if trying to silence her feelings.
Was that she was talking about? No. Impossible.
Kyle shook his head, putting the thought away. There was really no way.
Right?
There were at least fifty photos detailing the wound, but one in particular popped open. The principal had opened it to show them. Raw. In it, traces of blood highlighted the carved words in her skin.
I must not covet other woman's man. WHORE.
They covered her forearm, continuously repeating to cover it completely.
Kyle gulped, little by little his anger turning into pure terror.
