Dealing with Mathew

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       I pressed myself as hard as I could to the door behind me . I felt trapped like a wild animal by a hunter. Mathew slowly made his way over to me . With every step he took towards me I tried to back away. There was just one huge wooden problem with that. The door I was pressed against . Mathew stepped close to me and he pressed his body against me so I wouldn't move. He looked down at me and I looked away until forced me to look at him by turning my face to him.

    "Why did you leave. I already knew where you went . What is in that small bag that made you risk your life for? Hmmm. I am waiting for an honest answer Myla. It seems you can't answer so I will leave you for some time to your self until you can tell me why you left when I told you not too. I still have more business to attend to so this is for your own safety . " He told me sternly and then he picked me up by my waist  then he took me to the bathroom set me down and then stormed out slamming and locking the door behind him. He didn't even give me a chance to tell him why I went back .

    I got so bored sitting here with nothing to do except stare at the walls so I decided I would take a bath. They always made me feel better even after being beaten up so many times by John. I watched the bronze colored copper tub fill under the tap with steaming water and bubles. I pinned my hair up high on top of my head then I took my clothes off quickly wanting to get in the water as quick as I could . I stepped into the steaming tub the slowly let my body sink in to the delicous warmth of the water and I took the chance to inhale deeply the scent of lavender bubble bath. I felt so good I relaxed so much that I let the water rise all the way to my shoulders.  I didn't even think about it but after the water reached my neck I fell into a deep sleep. Where I didn't have to think about Mathew being mad at me or Erina stuck in that brothel or even if it was worth it to go on becuase in the end Mathew would tire of me then give me back to John. Then on that last pessimistic thought my world faded away.

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