This was bad.
Leaning against the elevator wall as she listened to the numbers beep softly as they rose to Vince's floor she pursed her lips, her hand running over her cheeks. The mixture of tears, mascara, and blood was everywhere and digging around in her purse she found a tattered tissue trying to clean herself up. It was late, some hour between night and morning but she had nowhere else to go. She had kept her head down the whole way there, but now as the doors opened one stop away from her refuge the harsh lights exposed her damages to two unsuspecting girls stumbling inside. Their eyes gave them away even without them saying a word. She looked like shit. Pushing past them she opted for the stairs the rest of the way not sure if she could handle the awkward silence in such a small space.
She had a key which meant no knocking, which meant maybe him not waking up. She could hurry to the bathroom, get in the shower before he even knew she was there if he was even home at all. Reaching back into her bag her fingers tripped over themselves until they found what they were looking for. Sticking her key into the lock she turned it slowly, walking through the door not only to see all the lights were on, but the one person she was trying to avoid was standing right there in front of her.