Chapter Forty Nine
Sitting on a toilet seat wrapped in a towel was not exactly the perfect escape plan from Brock and all the ways he made me feel and his advance that he clearly was not willing to give up on. But it had been what I had been doing for the past minutes since I locked myself up in the bathroom and I had intense fear about going out
. I did not know what would become of me and what would happen if I did and so I was unwilling to risk it. Yet I still had several hours that I was going to spend with him and I really did not need to be near him that much within all those hours, almost as though my misery was being sensed by somebody.
That is a knock that is clearly directed to this bedroom, but there is no one to answer it. Could he be gone? Could he have been out of this ro
