Please be aware that the story does contain a reference to child abuse, but nothing too specific. In the end the abuser gets his due!
I still consider this a rough draft of sorts, only meant for fun. So any errors you find you'll have to live with. :-D
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Lorra stood motionless in front of the mirror, assessing last night’s damages. The bruises on her face were hideous, and the make-up she’d bought at the local shop wasn’t worth a dime. Her deep emerald eyes still looked like her own, but the dark circles under them she could do without. The only thing untouched, perfect, were the fiery curls atop her head.
Last night could have been a lot worse. Who knew family get-togethers could be so rough? But she wouldn’t have missed it for the world. She’d been waiting for that night since she could remember.
Lorra ran her delicate fingers over the tiny ridges on the back of her neck. The scars were barely visible now. She smiled, ignoring the pain that spread through her cheeks. For the first time in her life she felt alive.
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- Mood:
cheerful

