My parents worry lasted for a few seconds before it was overtaken by anger. I immigrated to my room, and from there into my restroom. I removed every piece of clothing I had on, and threw it in the trash can near the sink.
Turning on the shower, I sat on the floor, I hugged my knees to my chest, arms tightly folded around them. The sound of water mingled with the soft echoes of my sobs, a private release of the emotions I had bottled up. The tiles underneath were cool.
I wanted to wash everything away, every touch. Every place I felt disgusted of. Everywhere.
I grabbed the soap bar, rubbing everywhere, as the sobs streamed faster. I couldn't think or see straight, so my eyes blurred the scenery.
YOU ARE READING
Poisonous Love
Lãng mạn"It's a long story." "I watched you cry for about- was it 20 minutes? I have plenty of time."
