oh your icon, NOM
She was still visibly shaken. She had cried the entire way, proud of herself for standing up, but completely lost. She had imagined John to be so different. Had she really deserved any of it? Had she done anything to warrant such strong reactions. She was on his side all this time. Now, her world was flipped upside down and she couldn't stop crying. John had even gotten the cat.
She stood in Richard's doorway with knees that felt like they would drop right out from under her. For a moment she couldn't even get the words out of her mouth to say she was okay. She wasn't and her throat had closed up from the tears. Her face showed John's handiwork. Right across the cheek in a red stripe. It was already a little puffy.