AMELIA
When I came out of the bathroom I found Erik waiting for me; he was sitting in the armchair, a nervous look on his face.
“How’s the water pressure?” he asked, nodding towards the bathroom door.
I shrugged. “Not the best around” I replied, plopping down on the bed and grabbing my phone.
The shower hadn’t granted me the blissful numbness I’d coveted – I’d hoped that crying all my tears and taking out all of those feelings would help, but it didn’t. Those feelings, that anger, that sense of rejection, were still there, burning and nudging and poking just as viciously as before, making my head thrum and pulse. Add all of this to nausea, and you get something a-f*****g-mazing.
For a few minutes, silence spread through the room.
“I think we should talk about what happened in tha
