Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 54 - Self-control is key

Vivian's POV:

An invasion of privacy. That's what this is. 

Sure the right to preserve the mystery of our naked image has been restricted by these perverted animals, but I'd like to obtain what little decency remains of myself. Not everyone has to see me naked! I yell in thought, wishing he'd exit the same way he entered.

He catches my shocked expression before I'm able to hide it causing a small smile to play on his lips. Like a predator pouncing their prey, his eyes hint at victory. Unless it's the frightened scream which escaped me that seems to be giving him some sort of satisfaction.

The asshole.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stutter unwillingly, finding his towering image rather intimating.

My arms curl around my legs, pulling them closer to my chest. A feeble attempt to cover up what I'm able to but it's better than sitting like some frozen fool. Thankfully the glass has fogged up quite a bit, leaving a blurry vision between the two of us.

"Get out. There are things which need to be discussed," he demands. His tone sends my heart beating ten folds faster as my gut warns that no good can come from this. I watch as he steps out, leaving me to my own.

"But I can't," I yell out, wiping the water from my face, "I can't walk on my own."

Surely he's aware of my state regarding recent predicaments and traumatic experiences. It's been jotted in my 'Triple E' file after all. I listen for a response but none is granted. For a vocal man, his silence sure speaks volumes. Seeking no further harm to come my way, I heave a sigh and tediously begin to unfold myself in an attempt to stand up. 

"Stop! Let me help you," a voice cries out.

I look up only to see Peggy's worrisome face as she drops items to the ground and yanks at the shower door. She instructs me to sit back down in order to rinse the conditioner from my hair. Once she's done, she puts my hair back up into a bun and grabs hold of the towel. Turning off the taps she wraps the towel around me before aiding to my needs. 

"Is Marcus still here?" I question, holding onto the handbasin for support, full well knowing the answer but hoping to be wrong. As fierce as I portray myself to be in front of him, he somehow manages to scare the life out of me.

"Unfortunately," she whispers as she bends to pick my pj's from the ground. 

It takes everything in me not to sigh with despair. His presence alone creates a nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach and no amount of controlled breathing can take it away.

"Arms up. Let's get you dressed," she continues, her voice louder this time.

Once I'm dressed, I turn to the basin to brush my plague-infested teeth. Even though the steaming hot shower helped in soothing my aching muscles, my legs still tremble with each step. It's rather humiliating to be so dependant on someone they're required to help with a simple task such as brushing teeth. I spit, rinse, then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. All the while Peggy holds me steady. 

"Let's go," she announces. 

I turn around while holding onto her only to come to a complete stop.

Shit. My bladder's about to pop.

Why didn't you go in the shower?... Jess questions.

 Because I didn't need to at the time, Jess!

Deciding against further humiliation of having Peggy assist me to sit and get up from the toilet, I clench my thighs together and continue on our short journey. The pressuring feeling of a filled bladder is bound to disappear at some point, right? Right.