Trigger warning. Mentions of s****l assault.
Riley POV
Dax wasted no time in taking me upstairs to his bedroom. I was numb by now, uninterested in anything but getting myself feeling clean again. He put me down and opened the door to the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower as I stood there, my arms wrapped around my waist, trying to push the memory of Mathews looming over me away. Bile rose up inside my throat, and I swallowed it back.
Dax seemed to know exactly what I needed as he came back and steered me into the bathroom.
"Take your time,"
I waited until the door was shut behind me before I tore my clothes off with shaking hands and let them fall in a heap on the floor. I stepped into the shower, feeling the heat, and began to scrub. I scrubbed myself over and over, until my
