Lesley’s POV
So…
How the f**k did this keep happening?!
I stood once again in the guest bedroom. Did no one get how much I hated these things? Guess not, since I never told anyone…
I sighed, throwing myself down on the bed. We arrived just about an hour after our thing in the forest. Cedrick just got up and walked us home. Didn’t say another word after that. He did, however, hold my hand the entire way and didn’t let me go, until we were back inside. There he asked if I wanted a shower--- and things got weird…
He wanted me to go into his room and shower in his bathroom.
I was scared that being back in his room would somehow bring it all back. The images, the scent, the--- Pain! The bitter sting of betrayal and rejection.
The fact that I wasn’t good enough!
And call me a crazy b***h
