Standing up straight he stepped away but then he dropped his eyes on you back seeing the

bruises and scrapes how did you paint your back? did your brother help you? I doubt it Squatting down he leaned in closer studying the marks on your arm and back the little moonlight

streaming in through the sheer curtains Licking his thumb he rubbed at the dark purple one and with red around it but…

The makeup didn’t rub off. He narrowed his eyes licking his thumb again rubbing harder

But then you whimpered shifting away from him like it hurt. He rubbed his finger against his thumb not feeling any grease or oil from the makeup either He stopped and looked up at your face studying the blood coming from

down from your eyebrow you said was part of your costume Heat filled his veins and his pulse echoed in his ears as his mind raced.

The bruises on your legs that he saw in the swimming pool... The bruise on your leg in lit class. The overly baggy clothes and how you hardly ever showed skin.