He was finally asleep, he had started to snore, little short pig noises with every breath. It was 4 am and she'd been laid there all night, ever since... Well it was best not to think of that, to think of him and his stale breath and sour sweat echoing all over her body.
She slid out of the bed, out of his grasp, the moon leaving a ghostly silhouette behind her as it shone through the tattered curtains. She staggered into the bathroom, her left knee barely able to support her weight. Close the door first, then turn the light on, so as not to wake him. She tries not to look in the mirror, but how can she not, she has to see what he's done to her. It doesn't look that bad, considering how much it hurts. A slightly swollen mark starting to turn purple above her right eye, a reddened imprint of his ring on her cheek, a split lip. Not that bad all things considered.
But it doesn't even begin to encompass the agony in her mind. The one thing she'd allowed herself to believe in, the one thing that she'd promised herself through the long nights of listening to her mother's screams, was that she'd never let a man do that to her. And here she is, a pale, battered imitation of that girl, a woman who sold her soul for a chance at redemption only to realise that redemption doesn't mean anything if you don't have a soul.
She lets the tap run for a while, holding her fingers under the water until they start to go numb, and then splashes some on her face. She knows no amount of water will take the filth of his touch away, she's tried that before. But at least the pain that flares when the water touches her lip reassures her that the pale thing she sees in the mirror is still alive.
One last glimpse in the mirror before she turns the light off and tiptoes back to bed. As long as she doesn't irritate him he won't hit her again, he needs her all pretty for the bank robbery. Then she'll get Tom's plane back, and maybe it'll appease the taunting voice in her head that knows its her fault he's dead. Or maybe not, but it doesn't matter, she has to do it anyway.
Whatever happens, she'll cast off this battered identity, become someone else for a while, someone clean. Someone who hasn't broken all the promises she ever made.