LILA'S POV
The cold water hits my skin like a slap, however it's not enough Compre to the ache in my chest. I blink, everything pausing for a beat as reality crashes down on me.
I grip the sink with both hands, knuckles white, watching the water swirl down the drain as I scrub at my neck, again and again. Like I can wash away what just happened. Like I can erase him.
I blink twice, silently begging this to be a dream. But it's not. It's real.
So f*****g real more real than the icy water dripping down my face.
I can still feel his fingers on my neck, Still feel the shape of his hand wrapping around my throat, cutting off my breath... cutting off my mind.
And the worst part? My p***y is still f*****g throbbing.
What kind of sick joke is this? I close my eyes, trying to will the image
