I was going to bathe. Some global porn star had his sweaty, meaty body all over mine. Of course, I wanted to scrub it all off. Orlando made me feel cheap the way he ordered me to go take a shower. And for him to make me feel that way, it hurt. It tore me to pieces. The hot water rinses the soap from my body. When I feel clean enough, I turn off the water, step out of the shower onto the rug, and grab my towel. Once all the water droplets are gone, I wrap my hair so the towel sits on top of my head. A knock sounds, and a familiar voice calls out my name. He made me feel like a worthless actress, so I’ll show him. Butt naked, I walk across the living room and open the door. His mouth gapes as he rushes in and slams the door. “Get some fucking clothes on, Bucket. What the fuck!” He needs to stop calling me that. I’m no longer the girl he honored with that nickname. When is he going to understand this? I walk over to my closet, grab my kimono, and tie it on. This is the best I’m going to do.
