Elisa Muse
Colette helped me stand out, and then I managed slowly to get into the shower. They say that there is nothing a good chicken broth or a hot shower wouldn't heal, and in my case, the shower felt amazing.
I felt the water drain my every worry and ache. I washed my hair repeatedly and lathered my body with aromatic soap several times, wanting to feel clean. Even when I knew in my brain that the water and soaps were doing their jobs, I felt dirty.
Tears are running down my eyes. I felt tainted, dirty, used... and Noah only touched me inappropriately without going further. r****g me or having forced intercourse would have destroyed me.
"Ma biche... are you alright?" Colette knocked on my door, and between sobs, I replied.
"No, I need to be alone," I said, sitting under the w
