Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 9

Charlie
Back at the house I decide to text my dad. I haven't gotten hold of him yet since he left me in the hospital wing. Dax has been with me pretty much twenty-four seven and I still haven't found a way to tell him about my dad. I don't think the twins have told him anything either. He doesn't ask us about what happened in that basement and we don't bring it up. Sooner or later we're going to have to explain everything and then find a way to stop him from brutally murdering my dad. The last thing I need right now is to lose him too. We also need him to help bring down everyone who was interconnected with the sex trafficking ring run through Nyefield. I ping a quick text to my dad just saying hi I hope you're okay. Within seconds he has replied.

'Hey Charlie, I'm good. Glad to hear from you, do you want to meet up soon for a coffee and talk about everything? No pressure if not just let me know when you're ready. Love dad'

He texts as though we haven't just gone 15 years without being in each others lives, my brain is still struggling to wrap around the fact he never died. I shoot a reply off saying I'd love that then out my phone down and head to the bathroom. I turn the water on a bit cooler than I usually would have it as I don't know how it's going to feel against my stomach. I grab a giant fluffy towel and put it on the heated rail before climbing under the water.

It feels like absolute heaven. I don't know how long I stand under the stream before I even start washing myself. Feeling the water run through my hair and down my body revitalises me. I know they cleaned my body in the hospital but this is my first shower in a month. I imagine all the grime left on my body from those sickos, sliding off me and down the drain. I wash my hair before grabbing a loofah and scrubbing my body all over. I know the doctor said not to scrub the glue but I can't help myself, I need to feel like I'm peeling away that layer of myself. Eventually I feel like I've rubbed my skin raw and I decide its probably a good time to get out. I turn the taps off and grab the towel and exit the shower. I head to the sink and brush my teeth before running some leave in conditioner through my hair. I finally feel human and a little bit more like myself. I make my way back to the bedroom and Dax is sat there with his phone in his hand.

"Hey, god that felt so good to shower again." Dax doesn't look up from the phone. "Hey, earth to Dax?"

"I thought your dad was dead." That's when I realise it's not his phone he's holding it's the one my dad got me.

"I can explain."

"I think that would be a good idea." There is a coldness in his voice I haven't heard since that first week I was here and he thought I was a spy or some shit. All the good memories of today dissappear down that drain I just washed the dirt down. See. He's going to realise what a fat whore you really are.

"I need the twins with me too. It's not my place to say what happened to them." He gives me a sharp nod and leaves the room. Taking the phone with him. I sit on the bed to gather my thoughts for a moment. I knew this time would come sooner or later... I just hoped it would be later... much later. I pull on a t-shirt and some comfy trousers before heading downstairs, the twins aren't in their rooms so I can only guess that Dax has already got them to come downstairs. As I climb down to the kitchen I see all three of them sat at the table. Dax has a face like thunder and the twins just sit there with blank faces, I think we all hoped not to be revisiting the memories of the basement for a while. I sit down at the end of the table rather than next to Dax, I can feel the hostility rolling off him in waves.