Shakers Dreams

True colours - 22

My head is aching as he brings the damp cloth and cleans the wound. It's pretty high up just inside my hairline, I could probably pass for a red head right now.

"Ouch." I mumble from the pressure he's using.

"Sorry." he says softly as his hands become a bit more gentle.

He's seems a little wired up or maybe it's just me. I'm still unsure how to process everything that just happened.

"It doesn't look like it needs stitches." he voices as his eyes look down to me.

Their caring despite the tense feeling his body is giving off.

I nod my head and pull my jacket sleeves down covering my hands. Im sitting on the end of his sink in his bathroom and the whole feel of it feels so forign to me.

"So what happens now?" I ask.

Surly someone would have seen or have footage on the many cameras that surround that place. From his conversation that happened on the phone shortly after I'm dam sure he's not going to the cops about it.

"We get you clean up." he says turning the sink on and rinsing the blood from the cloth before bringing it back to my head again. But that's not what I meant.

"You still have sand in your hair." he smiles down at me.

I smile at the fact that's the least of my worries right now.

"Is it ok if I have a shower?" i ask as i feel so dirty in more ways than one.

"Of course." he throws the cloth into the sink and turns to the shower.

I watch him closly as he turns it on feeling the waters tempreture. He's moving so smoothly and I get the impression he's trying to be super careful around me.

I can still feel Macs hands on my mouth, my neck, the way his chunky hand felt as he slid up my skirt. Nothing compares to how weak I felt in that moment. And it scares me.

"Did you want me to leave?" He asks, bringing me back not realising I was just staring at him.

"If that's ok?" I ask softly. I need a moment to myself to just breathe and process what happened tonight.

He bends down before me careful not to touch me as he looks back up to me. "I just need to grab a towel out."

I move my legs to the side watching his hands take a towel from the cupboard underneath me and hangs it over the shower door.

"Let me know if you need anything else." And with that said he's gone closing the door behind him.

I strip down and step into the warm shower immediately turning it hot. The water feels amazing as it burns my skin and I begin to scrub myself clean while I let the tears fall silently.

After what seems like hours I turn it off grabbing my towel. I wipe the fog from the mirror as I take a good look at myself.

My hair is no longer red and the bleeding seems to have stopped though the pounding in my head hasn't slowed a bit. I am thankful there are no noticeable marks anywhere else on me. Just the faint signs of bruising.

I take a deep breath tightening my towel and step out into the bedroom. No way am I putting those clothes back on, actually it's all going in the bin even my faveorite black jacket.

I'm even more thankful to find a long sleeved shirt and pants sitting on the bed. I slide my petite frame into them. They smell like him and it helps me relax.