Page 116 of Damn Roommate

I look away at my screen, where there’s a picture of the two of us; we look so in love I could almost believe it.

“You’ll go?”

“I have no choice and then—”

“And then what?” he asks abruptly.

“I’m on the will.”

He casts a lustful eye over my body, I feel too vulnerable right now to feel flattered.

“Will he be here?”

“Who?”

His stern look gives me chills. Playing dumb would only piss him off.

“It’s his father’s funeral, so yes he will be there.”

“So, I’m coming,” he says, getting up.

“Rikard…”

“I’m coming. And I’m taking this from you.”

Rikard grabs my phone and slips it into his jeans pocket.

Damn jealousy.

“My parents are waiting for us, don’t delay,” he says.

He glances at my face, making me blush in shame.

As he exits, I hold back from showing him my middle finger. He deserves much more than that.

Body shivering and cold, I finally get out of the tub. I wrap myself in a towel, previously placed on the wall heater. Its soft warmth hugs filling me with delight. It’s a sad replacement for the warm arms my boyfriend should have given me.

When I walk over to the sink with an oval mirror above,there is no surprise reflected back at me. The top of my right cheekbone is a little swollen and pink from the blow it received.

He didn’t control himself.

Usually, he’s always careful not to leave any visible marks.

You have such a pretty face. It would be a shame to ruin it.

Yet that’s what he did. I hate him when he’s like that.

A good coat of makeup and all traces of hislovewill disappear.

“Lovisa!”

“I’m coming, just a minute!”

At this moment, I don’t care about my appearance and my life with Rikard.

Soon things will change. Soon I will seehimagain.

At the prospect of being in his presence again, after all this time, my heart shrinks. The wound that has been closed for nine long years will soon reopen.

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