'Joey, I -'
Before she could even begin to apologise, Joey stormed over to where she was sitting on the bed, and struck her face with the back on his hand, with such a force that Lucy flew backwards.
'You little bitch,' he snarled, grabbing her cheeks, 'don't you ever embarrass me like that again.'
He stank of alcohol and stale cigarettes, as Lucy squirmed to get away from him.
'Everything I've done for you, and this is how you repay me?'
'I'm - I'm sorry -'
He jerked her head free, a manic look clouding his eyes. 'You better stay up here for the rest of the night, and think about what you've done,' he snarled, before storming out of her room.
Lucy curled up into a ball on her bed and sobbed. Her face burned from the wrath of Joey, but also from the humiliation of it all. As she wiped her cheeked, she noticed her hand was covered in blood, and scrambled to the mirror to check out her injury.
He'd cut her cheek open with his ring.
She tried to clean it up as best as she could, crawled into bed, and cried herself to sleep.