Panting, I unlocked the door and tiptoed into my room. Melissa's light snoring greeted my ears. Oh, thank God. Finally something had gone my way. I grabbed my shower caddy and went to the bathroom. I needed to get the smell of Professor Hunter off of me.
I locked the shower door, pulled off Professor Hunter's destroyed t-shirt, and closed the curtain. The water stung the cuts on my arms and legs. The bottom of my feet were sore and scratched too. But soon I didn't feel the pain, just the shame of what I had done. The pressure I had felt building in my chest last night was back. Why did I let myself fall in love with such a creep? I grabbed my soap and began to scrub my skin harder than I ever had. Get off of me. Get off of me! I began crying again. I lifted my face under the showerhead an
