Martha had said that this was mine. That I could take my time but I still cautiously took a bath, not daring to touch any of the products that looked too expensive nor did I bathe too long, fearing that the warm water wasn't truly for me.
I don't want to get punished for it.
It is hard to shake the thought that my father or Sarah might be lurking in the darkness, waiting for me to make a mistake, waiting for the perfect moment to hurt me all over again.
Still, it is hard to ignore how the warm water felt on my body, slowly washing the dirt and grime accumulated over the years.
Even Molly couldn't ignore how good it all felt.
In the Blood Moon Pack, I wasn't allowed to be clean. They purposely kept me in tattered clothes and almost always filthy to humiliate and embarrass m
