C12 Twelve

Zoey's POV

Chris remains silent as he walks me through the house. He didn't ask about anything. He didn't laugh at me. He didn't question me, which I was grateful for. We reaches the bathroom.

"Wash your face," he sounds sympathetic. Gently, I splash my face with the cold water. Staring back at me in the mirror is an ugly girl. Her mascara is smeared all over her cheeks