C118 Swollen like a Pig's Head

I remembered the slaps I had been given, and though I had not yet looked in the mirror, I knew that my face must be red and swollen and ugly.

When I thought of my current sorry state, Michael was still in front of me. I didn't want him to see me like this.

My face was still burning with pain. That feeling didn't disappear at all. I covered my face with my hands