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My stomach churns and I swallow hard, feeling repulsed.
I turn, my arm knocking into the shower level, sending a sting of pain through my elbow.
I’m not safe anywhere.
I slide down the shower wall.
Valerie the weak.
That’s me.
Useless.
Fuck why…
Where am I going wrong?
I twist my hands into my hair as the water begins getting hotter.
But the thought is far away in my mind, as last night plays and replays in my mind like a reel that is on repeat.
Zade, if he wasn’t there….
The body!
Where’s the body?
There was a body!
Is it under the bed?
What did Zade do to it?
What if someone finds out?
What if someone comes for me again?
The next time… will I survive?
The scalding water is burning my skin, but I feel too sick to get up.
The steam is making it harder to breathe, too.
Weak.
I’m weak.
Stupid.
So fucking stupid.
I grip my head, rocking slightly, feeling useless.
Next time, I won’t be so lucky. I’ll be dead.
I should have checked properly, I’m supposed to be stronger than this!
I punch the tiles in anger, a whimper escaping me.
Useless! I’m useless!
Suddenly the shower door opens but I feel far away.
No one’s here.
I’m imagining things again.
I gasp, hearing the low growl as I’m yanked to my feet and cold water suddenly pours down on me, making me hiss.
A scream escapes me, only for a hand to clamp over my mouth. I struggle, lashing out at my assaulter.
“Letgo of me!”
I shout. “Let me out!”
But he refuses to let go, forcing me to stay under the cold shower.
“Look at me.”
The dangerous snarl snaps me out of my thoughts but no matter how much I struggle, he continues to hold me under the icy water, a jarring change to the burning hot water prior. “Don’t fight me, you will not win.”
I look up, my hair in my face and through the wet strands, I realise it’s Zade.
But his words hammer in my head. I will not win. I won’t… If someone wants, they can do whatever they want to me…
Last night’s gunshots go off in my head and I shiver.
Without thinking, I grab onto his hoodie and yank him closer with all my energy. My heart beats erratically as he slams his hands against the wall behind me, the water drenching him completely.
“Where’s the body?”
I whisper, panic rising within me again.
He doesn’t move, his face emotionless as he watches me.
Is this a game for him?!
“What if someone finds out! Because of you, I’ll be thrown into prison too!”
I hiss, my voice trembling as I begin hitting his chest, feeling suffocated.
This all went wrong!
“Breathe.”
He commands.
I can’t!
I-
When suddenly his arms wrap around me, holding me in a crushing hug and I’m no longer able to hit his chest. I struggle but I’m unable to move in his arms and soon I still.
My thumping heart slowly calms down and I close my eyes, finding strange solace in his embrace.
We remain like that for several moments before he reaches behind me and switches off the ice-cold water.
He pulls away, tugging free from my hold on his hoodie, clearly proof that he was allowing me to hold him like that and he grabs a towel.
My heart pounds as his eyes rake over my body, making goosebumps rise on my skin and they are not because of the water…
He wraps the towel around me, his gaze dipping to my breasts one last time before he tucks one end of the towel in, his fingers grazing my cleavage, and everything seems to disappear from my mind.
His eyes snap up to mine and our eyes lock as he removes his hand from where he was tucking the towel in. Grabbing my waist, he lifts me down from the small ledge that leads to the shower cubicle.
“What are you doing here?”
I ask quietly.
My skin now feels extra tender even though the cold water satiated it a little.
“I came to check in on you when I heard you wake up. It’s good I did. You clearly can’t take care of yourself.”
He says, taking hold of my pinkie and tugging me from the room. I follow, not trusting him to not break my poor little finger, but I have a feeling he chose minimum contact, so he doesn’t touch my tender skin.
A panic attack.
I had a panic attack.
I haven’t had one in a while….
And he saw me in that state….
“Why are you so weak?”
I freeze, those words stinging me, hitting hard because I know how much truth there is in them.
“We are not all as strong as you… nor was I raised as a fighter.”
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