I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at my neck. Two puncture marks stared back, taunting me. They were just as visible as they had been the day I'd gotten them. They weren't fading.
Gingerly, I ran my fingers over them and winced. They didn't hurt, but they were a constant reminder of what I'd done, of how I'd betrayed Trent. I just wanted them to go away.
Though, at this point, I didn't know which was worse - the bite marks or the dark circles under my eyes. It had been four days since the sleepover at Whitney's. Four days since I'd been in the same house with Trent overnight. Four days since I'd had more than a couple hours sleep. I felt and looked like a zombie.
"C'mon, Chloe!" Abby banged on the door. "We're gonna be late."
Releasing my hair so it covered my neck, I walked out of the bathroom. "We're not gonna be late," I told her.