Chapter Nine
After several long seconds of indecision, Wilkes turned, smacked the shower button again and ducked his head under the spray. Washing all the soap out of his hair, he then grabbed his stuff and scurried away. In a distant corner of the shower block, he towelled himself roughly and yanked on his clothes, before beating a hasty retreat back to his temporary bedroom.
Once there, he dropped his stuff in the middle of the floor, then moved back to the door, locked it and leaned his head against the wood, breathing deeply. He was tempted to bang his forehead against it, too, but figured he’d already engaged in enough stupidity for one day.
Wilkes clenched his fists, trying hard to get a grip on all the s**t that was going through his head. He wasn’t the type of person to run away
