Samantha’s POV
Caleb opened the door and helped me get out of the car. I yelped when he lifted me up, carrying me bridal style as he walked inside his house, gently putting me down on the couch.
He didn’t say any word before he left me and walked towards the kitchen. When he came back, he was holding a medicine kit.
I winced slightly when he softly dabbed the cotton with alcohol to treat the cut on my lips. He was kneeling in front of me, his other hand clutching my hand.
It still seemed surreal that a strong man like Miggy didn’t bother to use all of his power to hit me, or I didn’t even know if he used all his power or not, but I felt like I was punched, not slapped.
And it hurts to think that the man I loved hit me just like that. He didn’t even ask for an explanation.
“Does it still hurt?” Caleb asked, grazing his thumb over my cheek.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I never thought Miggy would hit me.” I let out a sigh, my eyes watered again.