Chloe’s POV
Kyle dropped me off a few blocks away from my house, leaving me with the same thoughts that’d bored through my mind the entire ride.
Ones about how foolish I’d been yet again to give into his whims and betray myself yet again. The more I pondered over it, the more I hated myself. There were voices in my head branding me as a thoughtless w***e, a depraved slut that gave into her hormones, a cheap warm hole.
By the time I’d gotten into my room, my entire body felt like it was crawling in filth and I wanted nothing more than to scrub it clean of Kyle’s touch.
And I tried to, I really did…. but failed.
I spent endless hours in my bathtub, soaked in several bath bombs and shower gels as I struggled to scrub myself free of the guilt and shame that plagued me. Still, I felt not
