I whispered to nobody but myself. I rubbed a hand over my face, my nose crinkling up at the gross condition of my skin. I needed a shower. More than I needed anything ever, I needed a shower. I ambled through the small motel room and found the bathroom. Switching the faucet on, I waited for the water to heat. When it was as hot as I could stand, I pulled the stopper up and watched the water fall like rain. I climbed in, letting the harsh, hot water pelt me, stinging all the way down to my feet. I went about the business of washing the grime from my body. The tiny bottles I’d had the thought to buy at the grocery store weren’t enough to last very long, but it was enough for now. As I washed my body, I held my cries in. I’d managed not to cry up until now, and I didn’t intend to ever cry over Derrek or Preston. But I couldn’t stop the tears that penetrated. They were tricky and sneaky, and had found ways to fall from my eyes multiple times since I’d walked out on Derrek, but I wasn’t crying. Not ever. Once dried off, I cringed as I put on the dirty clothes I’d come here in, silently cursing myself for not having the presence of mind to at least grab a new package of underwear. I’d never gone without underwear before – well, except when Preston had asked me to – but now, if ever, was the time.
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