Melony returned to the mirror and was still attempting to conceal the bruise around her eye, when Torrie came in balancing three cups of coffee. Mel rushed over to relieve her of two, of the steaming hot cups.
"Wow, you must really need a caffeine jolt Torrie." Mel sat the cups down, and added creamer to hers.
"Actually, someone else is coming to this little intervention." Torrie twirled a strand of hair around her index finger, as she looked nervously at Mel.
"Oh Torrie. I'm fine really. No one else needs to be brought in on this."
"You are not fine Mel. You need help getting out of this relationship. Look at yourself. Take a good look. You are a shell of the woman you use to be. Bubba has drained you."
Melony stood up and peered at her pale reflection in the mirror. Torrie's words echoed in her head. Her eyes that once beamed like sapphires, now held a hollow look. A nasty purple bruise encircled her left eye. Her once athletic, muscular frame had dissipated, making her look almost ill. Inside Melony knew Torrie was right. Bubba had destroyed her physically and mentally. She was just too embarrassed to ask for help. After all, it was her problem, not theirs.
Melony tore herself away from the mirror, her own observation of herself making her sick. She could just imagine how everyone else viewed her. Dumb and weak, for not leaving Bubba's ass sooner. She couldn't argue, she was weak when it came to him. She sat down next to Torrie, and took a sip of coffee.
"Torrie, I appreciate you wanting to help, but really, it's my problem. I'll deal with things."
"Mel, you are my best friend. If you are hurting, I'm hurting. I want to help you, that's what friends do. That's what I'm here for." Torrie put her arm around Mel and hugged her tight.
"Thanks for everything Tor." Mel smiled. An abrupt knock on the door interrupted the two as they drank their coffee.
"Come in." Torrie shouted. Mel shot her a 'what-the-hell-are-you-up-to' look The door opened and in came the last person Mel wanted to face. Mark 'Undertaker' Callaway.
