Chapter 3
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Talking about myself certainly will not help me relax; it's just going to open up fresh wounds and remind me of the reason why I ended up in this new apartment: "I'm really tired; the drive down here was very long and tiring; what will really help me relax is a nice shower and a good nap."
"Okay, sure, whatever you say," I look at him pointedly, wondering why he was still in the room when I was obviously about to strip n***d and go to the bathroom, "Uhm, I will actually appreciate some privacy; I need to shower, remember?"
"I only stayed because I thought you might need some help," he says, standing up from the bed and heading towards the door. With one last glance aimed at me, he exits the room.
I sigh out a breath of relief, quickly taking off my worn-out grey dress, heading towards the bathroom with my toiletries tucked underneath my arm. I twist the door knob and step into the bathroom, feeling the warm water trickle down my skin. My body relaxes to its touch, and after sitting a little longer in the bathtub, I finally decide to step out.
Looking at my clothes scattered all over the bed, I mumble under my breath, "I thought I packed the pajamas; why can't I find them?" Still contemplating what to wear to bed, I finally settle on a comfortable tank top with really comfy shorts. Satisfied with my decision, I start clearing out the mess on my bed.
"Dammit, why does it have to be right this moment?" I sigh in exasperation and clench my tummy in an attempt to hush my angry worms. Just the perfect timing, my worms decided to go all out on a wild protest just when Damien knocked at the door asking if I would like something to eat. Of course I declined, claiming I ate on my way down here, grabbing any opportunity I could to stay as far away from him as possible.
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