[ 18+ COMPLETED high school romance]
Lina Andrews has always been a bookworm; she loves to read, and she loves to learn the depth of what lies behind the words-hence, why she's always found with her nose in a book. Even with how much her brother, B...
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When Hayden came back into the bathroom, he set black folded clothes on the counter beside me. He turned and opened the glass door, pulling the handle upward.
He turned and looked at me, almost shyly.
"I'll, uh, let you get to it, then."
I give him a small smile as he closes the door behind him. Wincing, I hop off the counter and strip. Bare feet cold against the tile, I quickly jump inside the already steamy shower.
I shut the door and let the water cascade down my body. I push my hands through my hair, feeling the tangled knots all around. I grab Hayden's two-in-one shampoo and lather my hair, not really caring how it comes out. I grab his body wash, pouring on my hands.
As I rub my body, I smile a bit to myself; this smells like Hayden. A bit woodsy, a little spicy, and overall manly. I never cared to admit, but Hayden always smelled kinda sexy.
I blink. I never in a million years would've thought that Hayden West was going to be the first person I confided to. I thought, if the day ever came, maybe Avrey. Never, ever Hayden.
And the fact that he was so...respectful. Caring. Kind. That made my stomach flutter a bit. Cause he almost cares, wants me to trust him.
I'm not sure why, but I do.
Looking at his eyes tonight...I knew I could. And that thought terrifies me.
As I'm washing my face, I wince at the soreness I feel on my cheek. Definitely going to bruise, probably. Another bruise hidden by the power of makeup.
I'm tired of hiding.
Hayden believed me. Will others? Will my mom? The police?
I shake my head at my own thoughts. Roy promised worse, and I don't think I'll survive any worse. I really don't.
I finish cleaning my body before finally turning off the water. I step out, seeing a towel folded on a metal rack and grab it, wrapping it around my body. I stare at my reflection in the foggy mirror, hair dripping around me.
I look...well, I look like a dead woman walking.
I didn't even recognize myself, and that brought tears to my eyes. I didn't know this girl, who's eyes looked empty and hollow, or who's face showcased bruises. Who just looked completely broken and done.
I wipe the tear that escaped, looking up towards the ceiling and blinking rapidly. Then with a huff, I finish drying off my body and wrap my hair in the towel as I get dressed. I pull his black, faded Guns N' Roses shirt over my head, then tug his boxers up my legs. I look at myself in the mirror and snort. These clothes literally swallowed me whole.
I shrug slightly, opening the door. Hayden turned to me—was he just pacing?—and instantly, his eyes took in my appearance. Which, actually made me self conscious. I flick off the light and walk towards the bed.
