He wasn’t by my side when I woke up.
I wasn’t angry. I should have been, but I wasn’t. Instead, I realized that my head was quiet. I was laying on my bed, naked, and quiet. And I didn’t want to move.
Moving meant going outside and finding out about Chrissy again. Having to face Blake. To think. To do.
When I could be here instead. Smelling him.
He’d cleaned me so I smelled like him too. He also put some ointment over me. I remembered the smell now after the last time he applied it. He had made it for me years ago when I kept getting into fights.
And the drawing was gone.
My mood stayed calm as I took my shower, changed into a shirt and tight pants. I didn’t bother to dry my hair when I left my room. Samantha was humming and moving happily around the kitchen, I didn’t bother to
