Increasing the sound of the bathroom stereo, she bobbed her head and tapped her foot to Kelly Rowland’s Motivation. She needed to tune every romantic or sexual thought of Tobias Harden out of her head. Although the choice of music wasn’t ideal she wasn’t ready to step out of her warm bubble bath. It had taken her a long time before she could enjoy a long satisfying bubble bath. The bubbles, the water, the tub and the scented shampoo always seemed to pull her back to the moment she felt her mother’s lifeless body in the bathtub. Everyone around her begged her to see a psychologist. They claimed that sharing her inner darkest, deepest thoughts with a complete stranger would make her feel better. But Marietta didn’t buy that. Ever since her father had left, her brother had died, and her mother had turned into a heap of emotional chaos, Marietta had handled all her problems alone, the psychological ones included. She soldiered on through life and used all her demons to create masterpieces.
