Recovery

Chapter 5

I feel my cheeks puff up, my thighs sore, and my eyes wet. I feel disgusting. My uncle pulls his pants up, rubbing my crotch, as he leaves the room. I run into the bathroom. 

Turning the shower on the hottest it can go, I lock the door and look into the mirror and I look like hell. I throw my head forward into my hands. I look down at my body. I feel disgusting. I want the touch from him off of me. I sit in the floor of the tub and let the water run down on me. I feel sick, and rush out of the tub to the toilet and vomit acid, since the only thing I ate today was a sausage from Josh's plate. Sitting back down in the tub, I break down. I don't want this body. I don't want this body. I don't want this body. I don't want this body. 

A loud knock on the door breaks me from my trance, and I realize that the water has turned cold. "Get the fuck out!" my Uncle screams. 

I turn the water off, look around, and notice there's no towels. "Can you grab me a towel from the laundry room?" I question in hopes he will get one.

"No, get out." 

"I don't have a towel, or clothes." I shout.

"Like I give a shit." He hits the door.

I sigh, opening the door. I look down and the bulge grows again. "You should go get dressed." He coughs. 

"No shit." 

He gropes my back side, and I smack him away, trying to cover myself. I go into my room and change into the thickest outfit I own, and lay on my bed until he leaves. 

Midnight rolls around and my dad still hasn't came in the house screaming. I rise out of bed, and walk downstairs to see my uncle asleep on the couch. 

My phone vibrates. 

*Are you up?* from an unknown number, a few seconds later *It's Josh by the way :)* I smile at the text.

Fuck waiting on my dad. I need someone. I rush upstairs and text Josh back.

*Yeah, can I ask you something huge?* 

*What is it? Is your dad home drunk? Do you need a place to go?* A million questions fill my inbox.

*Not him, he left somewhere, can I come over though, I have no one, and I really need someone right now...* My hands become shaky waiting for his response.

*Yeah, I'm home alone, is that okay?*

*Perfectly fine.* I reply. *I have to sneak out, send my your address, I'll be over in a little bit :)*

20 minutes later I'm sitting in the parking lot of a huge house on the other side of town, with a bag of clothes, my phone charger, money, and shampoo. I gather all of my strength not to break down, and knock on the door.

"Hey," he smiles, opening the door. I look him up and down, he's in a white muscle shirt, and boxers, that are a little too revealing. 

"Hi," My voice croaks, obviously from crying too much. 

"Are you okay?" He gapes, closing the door behind him, as I look around the massive house, and when I turn back to him, my face drops. I know there's bruises on my face and I just shake my head. "What happened?" He takes my bags and leads me to a room, his room I assume walking into a room that has an unmade bed, and smells like him. 

"I've known you for less than three days, and you've been there for me more than anyone else I have ever come into contact with." I almost cry. 

He puts his hand under my jaw, and makes me look at him. Just looking into his blue eyes makes me want to lean into his chest and cry, but I'm stronger than that. Way stronger than that.