HER FAULT

My mind travelled back to that day. I could feel the cold metal of the rails seeping into my skin as the memories poured in. The soft sounds of female crying made the pounding of my head harsher and I groaned. But then, my ears perked up at the heaviness of the cry. My breathing seized, and my eyes widened when I realized what it was. Was that Leah? Was she hurt? I thought as I jerked up suddenly from the bed completely forgetting my pain. But then, I paused when my brain took note of the rhythm of the female's breathing, along with the sound of her cries. It was different from Leah’s. I was fucked up—I knew that from the day Leah came into my life. And now, I knew clearly that Leah’s sniffs when she cried were not as hard as this woman’s. But then, if it’s not Leah, then who was… My body froze when I took note of the figure curled at the far edge of the bed. I could see the bright red marks littered on her skin alongside hickeys and hand marks. Those were not abusive marks. No, they w