Anya's POV
I lay there on the floor, curled up and trembling, barely conscious. Every breath I tried to take sent stabbing pains through my chest. Blood was dripping from my nose, from my mouth, pooling on the carpet beneath my face. My whole body felt like it was on fire, like every nerve ending was exposed and screaming.
Through my swollen, half-closed eyes, I saw Kennedy standing over me, breathing hard, his fists still clenched. He looked down at me with disgust, like I was something dirty he'd found on the bottom of his shoe.
"I need a drink," he muttered, his voice cold and detached.
And then he just walked out of the bedroom, leaving me there bleeding and broken on the floor.
For a moment, I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I could only lie there, shaking and crying and trying
