Adelyn

Chapter 16

Nathan dropped me off back at my house before leaving again claiming he had to stop by the warehouse to finish up some work.

I sat in my once again empty house, nobody here but me.

I switched the lights on and sat on the couch and binged gossip girl for the next 3 hours. After I eventually got tired of hearing "Cause i'm Chuck Bass" for the 50th time I decided to go take a shower. I dragged myself upstairs to my bedroom.

I glanced around my bedroom before making my way to the conjoined bathroom. I turned on the shower and let it reach the desired warmth. Once it was the temperature I liked and steem had filled the room I peeled my clothes off and tossed them into the overflowing laundry bin.

I made a mental note to do laundry when I was out of the shower. I stepped in the shower and let the hot water run over my body and leaned back to soak my hair. After it was completely soaked I began washing it, lathering it in my vanilla scented hair products.

I rinsed my hair out and grabbed my loofa, and began scrubbing my body with my vanilla scented body wash. I loved the scent of vanilla if you haven't been able to tell by now. It smelt warm and homey for me. It provided me comfort for some reason, always smelling good.

I rinsed off and finally stepped out of the shower.  After I wrapped a towel snuggly around my body I grabbed another one and ran it through my hair till it was lightly damp.

I slid on a pair of grey sweatpants with a matching grey hoodie and some white socks. I plopped down onto my bed and scrolled through Instagram for a while before remembering I needed to do laundry.

I sighed before I got up and headed back into my bathroom, grabbing the basket. It was so full to the point where clothes were falling off the top, I scooped the clothes up and shoved them into the basket as much as I could.

I dragged the basket to the stairs. "Why couldn't the laundry room be upstairs" I whined to myself. I contiplated for a moment before I picked up the slightly heavy basket and carefully walked downstairs, making sure not to trip over a step.

When I finally got to the laundry room I set the basket down next to the washer and grabbed the detergent off the shelf. I poured some into the little slot on the front and opened the washer door.

I began grabbing clothes and flipping right side out and shoving them into the washer carefully checking any pockets so I don't wash anything important thats not suppose to be washed.

I finally got to the bottom of the basket with only a few more peices of clothing in it. As I grabbed them a peice of laundry fell out of my hands. I glanced down at it and felt my throat tighten. It was the dress I had worn to Kenneths party. The night Justin assaulted me.

I could see the dark red stains on the black dress, hard to see, but noticable. My blood. Seeing the dress instantly made me flash back to that night and tears swelled up into my eyes.

"Justin Please! get the fuck off of me." His hands tightened around my wrist as he held me down.

I pleaded for him to get off of me but everytime he would just press himself harder against me.

"Your asking for it, you came dressed like this to a party, any man would take this as a hint." His cold tone rang through my ears.

I felt his hands wrapping around my body, planting bruises everywhere they touched. I remembered me trying to get away and kicking him. When he dragged me down by my ankle when I tried to run. When he repeatedly punched and slapped me. When he choked me.

The cuts on my legs from the shattered glass on the window. The stitches and the scar it would soon leave, being a constant reminder.

I hadn't even noticed but when I snapped out of it I was no on my knees, bawling my eyes out. His voice constantly echoed through my mind, giving me no peace. I was clutching the dress in my hands. My knuckles had turned white from how hard I was holding onto it.