The Heartache He Gives

Chapter 31

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I try to suppress the memories which occurred today, but with every passing second spent under the steaming water the memories get more graphic

Having no one here to put my mind off of it isn't helping much either . The house is quiet, extremely quiet, allowing my thoughts to effortlessly enter my mind

I reflect on what I could have done differently that could've ended the night disparately  , on a good note perhaps. Many reasons flow hastily into my mind like a powerful stream

I shouldn't have drunk that many drinks to prove a point to the absolutely dumb, and conceited brats

I shouldn't have left Sarah and wondered off alone around that huge house

I shouldn't have even went.

But surely, this was my last party and this is settled with the fact that  the horrible moments replays and replays, what he did, it replays so much to a point where I start dry heaving and my stomach turns again

I quickly shut the water off and rush towards the toilet, grabbing the towel which was once neatly folded on the rack. I wrap it around myself before any of what's left in me disappears into the toilet

I stay hurling for a good minute before I lean back against the wall, exhausted. My chest rises and falls in effort to catch my breath, steam fills the room and my hair being soaked , drips onto the floor but I could care less at the mess that I'm making as my eyes close and I contemplate on just staying here and falling into a deep, well needed sleep despite the bitter taste left in my mouth

But That's what I want right now, that's what I NEED right now, a good rest, the only thing that could mentally take me out of this disgusting world , making me forget about everything that happened today. 

A sudden commotion startles me out of my daydream, I stay still for a moment and silence is distributed for a while , nothing but the small droplets of excess water releasing itself from the shower head is heard before another set of commotion occurs right outside the bathroom and in my bedroom.

"Fuck." A deep voice abruptly says and my breath hitches, my heart starts accelerating and my hands suddenly become clammy, I race to  wrap a robe over my towel to prevent from being seen bare naked and vulnerable. I tighten my robe as much as I can and rapidly collect all and any item that could be thrown towards whoever stands on the opposing side of the closed door

My eyes stay trained on the door, scared to be took by surprise the second my eyes remove itself from the door, I grab anything closest to me, rushing towards the light I cut them off

I then shift to the far corner of the still humid bathroom where my bath tub lies, I lay stomach down to prevent from being seen and look between the space in where the tub doesn't meet the floor

My breathing becomes inconsistent when the door creaks open, tears start streaming down my face when a set of black slip on vans appear, not recognizing or knowing anyone who wears those I start panicking

They come closer and closer and stop right by the sink, it's now or never I think before growing the courage to stand from my hidden spot and throwing the first thing I come to touch in my pile of random items .With an ear piercing scream I throw the sealed conditioner bottle, in hope to hit their head and hoping to knock them out