~Charlotte~
I stepped out of the bathtub after finally scrubbing myself raw. The cult leader was right; I needed a shower. I thought quickly, covering myself with a bathrobe. Noah had already made this bathroom look like my own. It had my favorite soaps and creams all over. “He has been talking way too much to Poppy and Danielle,” I thought out loud as I grabbed and looked in bewilderment at a pack of my favorite tampons.
After hiding it under the sink cupboard, I grabbed some cocoa butter and started massaging it on my skin. My eyes glanced up in the mirror. Instead of my regular happy-looking girl, a sad woman stood, her eyes with dark circles under and her hair tangled to oblivion.
Grabbing a comb, I proceeded to detangle one week's worth of mats from my head. With every knot, I work
