RAYLEE
I WALK UP the stairs to our house that we all share and make it to the top. I stand here for a few seconds, debating on what to do. Colt’s room is to the right. Mine to the left. I don’t want to be alone right now. Left with my thoughts.
Thankfully, like always, Colt makes the decision for me. He grabs my hand and ushers me to his room. Stepping inside, he closes the door behind him. Walking to the other side of his room, he opens the door to his bathroom, and I hear him start the bathtub.
I enter his bathroom and remove the blanket that I have wrapped around me. I’ve got bruises all over. Some you can tell are from the car wreck, others from Nate. The doctor gave me some medication to fight infection and STDs. He said I needed to be seen again in a couple of weeks for a follow-u
