Chapter 8.

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I don't know if anyone is actually reading my story but oh fookin well :):

I don't know if anyone is actually reading my story but oh fookin well :):

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I moan from the feeling.

The warm water from the bath feels wonderful on my skin. I have have stressed with work and Dylan and bodyguards this whole week. I haven't had time to bathe in a while.

Our lights have been out for a couple days now. I called the company because I was sure I paid the bill. Dylan is pissed because he says I should have just paid the bill. I thought I did I swear. The electric company said that they have no idea why our lights are out. They agreed I did pay the bill. They said they will come over Monday or so to see what the issue is.

I sit in the bath with the lights out. I do have candles lit though. It just makes it all more calming anyways.

It has been 2 days since Lynn admitted seeing my bruises, which still aren't faded. It has been a 2 days and my only thoughts have been "why am I still here?", "Is this really how I want to live?", "I love Dylan. He doesn't hurt me on purpose.", "Why am I feeling like this?".

It is exhausting really. I try my best not to think about it. Dylan loves me and I love him. It isn't like he is cheating or a bad boyfriend. If he hasn't admitted it then it isn't true. He wouldn't do that. He is good.

I grab some soap dumping some into the bath, creating bubbles.

I breathe deeply and attempt to relax.

"Dammit are you done yet?" Dylan barges into the bathroom I sigh and use the bubbles to cover myself up. "Are you really covering up in front of me? I have already seen the cellulite and everything under those bubbles." Dylan walks up and pushes away the bubbles from my body. I bring my knees up to my body.

"I've only been in for 10 minutes.." I mumble, hugging my knees to my chest.

"Yeah, way too damn long. You need to go to the store." Dylan crosses his arms.

"But I went to the store yesterday." I state. He made me go yesterday because we were out of eggs and bread.

"Yeah well I need you to go again. I need shampoo."

"You can use mine." I shrug. I don't see the point of me needing to go all the way to the store just for a bottle of shampoo. Why not just use mine? I will go to the store sometime this week so I will get some then.

"No. Are you crazy? You are asking me to smell like a girl and use girl shampoo?" Dylan raises an eyebrow.

"Well I'm just-" I get cut off.

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