Washing the blood off my body in the shower, it seeps down into the drain. Like ribbons slipping through the wind. The events play out in my head. Looking back, I should have guessed it was a trick. I was consumed by the anger I felt. They shouldn't have even been in this room in the first place. Lathering coconut smelling soap into my hands, I run it through my hair, suds building like the emotions that hurricane through me. Guards had come rushing in. Jax left with them after finding out what happened. He said he came running when he felt my anger. He was worried when he got there and I felt so upset still. I told him bluntly and quickly what had happened before turning my back to go into the shower. The water burned down my body as it steamed away the blood. Rinsing the conditioner thro
