Layla's P. O. V.
I spent the next hour inside the bathtub, soaked in warm water.
For a first, I didn't have the strength to rub my body but in the next minute, I was standing under the running shower, scrubbing my skin, bruising myself in the process. I felt sick and dirty and I knew scrubbing my body like that was the only way to relieve myself of all the dirt.
When I stepped out of the bathroom I was shivering cold so I threw on a black hoody over a baggy ashes sweatpants that I was glad to have found under my clothes shelf. I yanked a pair of ashes ankle length socks on my feet and pulled the hoody over my head before walking out and into the living room.
'And it would be your wildest dream if you think you could ever escape from me' Logan's voice danced in my head. I shut my eyes
