Katie

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My body was like a huge sack of pins and needles, the feeling of my fingers and toes slowly coming back to me as I gently move them back and forth in the water.


"You should take your shirt off so the heat can get to you quicker."


Almost forgetting about the stranger named William who is leaning against my bathroom counter watching me. His arms are crossed over one another showing off his muscular arms, he wasn't a body builder of sorts. But he defiantly looked like he could hold his own in a fight if he wanted to.


"Erm no thanks. I'm not getting undressed when you're in here pervert."


Closing my eyes again, feeling my sore muscles begin to relax until a pair of hands grip the bottom of my top. Jerking forward, my hand lashing out as I hit William directly in the face. My fist connecting with his right cheek. Oh my god what have I done.


"Don't"


I snap my voice echoing off the walls, part of me knowing I must be acting crazy but I can't help the walls that slowly come up around me. He moves backwards creating space between us, I wait for him to lash out at me after a few minutes of him not moving and just watching me, he doesn't. I feel the tears run down my cheeks, I try to wipe them all but more pour down from my eyes. Now noticing that my whole body was shaking. I try to stop or pull back the little control I have of my body.


"I'm going to go pick your brother up."


Shit. Robbie I had almost forgot that I needed to pick him up after he finishes school today. Gripping the sides of the bathtub I begin to pull myself up, the water dripping down my shirt as it splashes on to the floor. Swinging my leg over but stop midway when William stands again in front of me but not as close as before.


"I don't think that is such a good idea."


Who the hell does he think he is. First trying to take my top off and now stopping me from seeing my own brother.


"Look. Thank you for saving me- I appreciate it, had you not come when you did- I just need to go and get my brother."


My voice breaking slightly, swallowing hard my throat becoming dry.


"You've helped out enough, I just need to go and get my brother."


He stares at me, not saying a word as if thinking things over in his head. His finger pointing to my bruised cheek.


"You really want to turn up at his school looking like this? I mean be my guest but I think some parents might start asking questions. You look like shit."


Damn him.


"Get back into the bath, ill go and put your phone on charge so you can call the police."

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