AN: Firstly I realised after I wrote it that the first chapter that it was not in Katie's POV and I'm too lazy to change it. I also apologise because this chapter is also v.v. short and I think I've over used commas in it. PLEASE, PLEASE review because I really don't like this chapter and I'm not sure whether I should write anymore.
Katie's POV
I awoke on the cold, hard tiles of our kitchen floor, to a clear view of Nick passed out on the sofa through the doorway. An empty vodka bottle, along with several other colourful bottles with a similar status, resided on the floor beside him.
I had to go before he woke up.
Upon entering the bathroom I switched on the lights, instantly recoiling from the brightness, I closed my eyes waiting for them to adjust. Stepping forwards I placed my hands on the edge of the sink, using its structure to support me. Anxiety coursed through my body, my eyes were still shut. I breathed. I opened my eyes to the image of myself reflected in the mirror.
I was not shocked in the same way that I had been the first few times though I still looked awful. Blood both wet and dry marked my forehead protruding from my hairline. I reached for a flannel soaking it in tepid water and as the blood rinsed away, the pain did not.
Shaking, I lifted my top slightly, the bruising was repulsive. I moved to the toilet and was sick. I was sick with myself, the bruising but most of all-him. I closed my eyes before sliding to the floor and staring at the wall, wondering what was happening to me.
I dressed for practice and dragged a comb through my dirty blonde hair, Nick had been mesmerised by it when we first met.
I placed a numbing charm over my body, to ease the searing pain. As I left the house I caught a glimpse of Nick, his former position undisturbed and as I breathed in the chilling October air signifying the beginning of autumn, I smiled to myself, a genuine smile thinking of my day ahead and trying, almost succeeding to forget about what I may face when I return home that night.