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I was now standing in front of Austin as he sat on the edge of his bed. We were in his room and he wasn't going to let her get in the shower before I did whatever he wanted me to do.
My eyes were looking at the floor and I stood still. He must've noticed because he was up on his feet, walking over to me. I felt his warm hands roughly under my chin before gripping it tightly and pulling my head up so I had to look at him. His eyes were dark and anger was evident. I was scared and a tear quickly fell down my face.
"You are so pathetic." He spit out and it felt like a shot to my self esteem. Before I knew it, he slapped my across the face but before I could fall to the floor, he grabbed my body tightly.
"You are nothing. You will never be nothing." He says and pushes me to the ground.
"Go take a shower. You stink." And with that, he walks out the room. Not looking back once. I laid on the floor for a couple of minutes, thinking about everything. Tears slipped out of the corner of my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it.
I was afraid that he would come back any second, so I got up off the floor and walked to the bathroom. My body is so tired. My stomach was hurting and I felt like throwing up. I felt like crying my eyes out and sitting in the corner, holding my legs to my chest. Turning the light on, I closed the door as I walked in and looked in the mirror.
I looked... disgusting. I was dirty. My clothes were dirty. I stunk. Real bad. My once so cute face was dirty. I looked homeless.
Deciding I had enough, I turned around and opened the shower door. Turning the shower on, I waited until the water heated up before I started taking my clothes off. The last time I weighed myself was when we were at our original home with mom and dad. I weighed one forty five.... and now it looks like I weigh about one twenty. This is not good. Not good at all.
I get in the shower and immediately stand under the shower head. The water feels so good against my skin and my body feels at ease. My muscles relax and I feel like I can breathe. I stayed under the water, letting it get all of the germs and dirt off of me. Looking around, I saw a men's body wash and shampoo in two bottle. I grabbed it and squirted some of it into my hair and put the bottle back down before I started running my fingers through my hair.
I watched as dirt washed off of me and went down the drain. I can't believe that I was that dirty. I kept scrubbing my head, trying my hardest to get it clean. I couldn't stand being dirty. Feeling disgusting. Having germs get on you and never leave.
After about five minutes, I was done washing my hair and so I rinsed it out and grabbed the conditioner. Making sure to get every inch of my head and hair. Water and soap got into my ears and I instantly remembered how much I hated that feeling, but feeling good because I get to feel that again.
I again did the same thing I did with the shampoo. I was so ready to wash my body. I took about thirty minutes before I got out the shower and I wrapped a towel around my body that I saw hanging up on a towel holder.
Looking around, I realize that I didn't bring any clothes with me in here.... more of so I don't have any clothes with me.
Turning the shower off, I close the door before opening the bathroom door and peeking my head out, trying to make sure that Austin wasn't nowhere in sight.
I turned the bathroom light off and made sure the towel was wrapped around me tight before walking into the room. I walked over to the bed and saw a lacy bra and underwear laid out for me.
Looking around the room, I then dropped the towel before hurrying up to put on the bra and underwear. After I was done, I grabbed the towel from off the floor and dried my hair with it. I don't like when it's wet and laying against my body.
I put the towel into a basket in the corner and go over to his dresser, grabbing out a long sleeve shirt. I didn't have anything to wear and I wasn't about to go without a shirt or pants, so I had to do what I had to do. Doesn't mean I like it.
I grabbed out a black shirt and when I put it over my body, it went down to my knees and I then grabbed some black jogging pants that were huge on me but as I said before, I don't have any clothes and I'm not about to go without any. I was going to take advantage of this opportunity.
The pants kept falling down, so I rolled them up to at least make them somewhat fitting.
"You look good in my clothes." My head whips to the side and I see Austin just standing there.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He brought me out of my gaze with his snotty remark. My eyes shot to his eyes and we stared at each other for I don't know how long.
Suddenly, he started moving closer to me. Every step making me panic and wonder what I should do, but making the anticipation so much better.
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