She felt weak. Groaning, she turned over at looked at the clock, a wooden block with green glowing digital time. 12:00.
Fuck. What was she doing still up at midnight?
She sat up, unable to sleep. She put a hand to her hand to her stomach, reminded of the puke she’d chucked up a few hours ago.
She had thought he was back, creeping into her house to hit her again, and then it was her boyfriend that had showed up…
“I’m sorry,” she muttered to the air, remembering the sickened fear.
He rolled over behind her. “For what?”
“Freaking out on you.”
“Don’t worry. It’s fine.”
She didn’t often think it, especially considering what almost happened tonight, but she really was lucky.
She smiled back at him and climbed back into bed, trying to sleep.