Lola
Ava led me to the bathroom, which looked like a small spa room. Stripping out my dress, I folded it and lay it on the counter, taking a look at myself in the mirror.
My face looked the worst. I had bruises on my arm where he had grabbed me, and also one on my hip, maybe from when I fell, so scraps on my legs from the gravel boy. I was a mess, sighing, not wanting to cry again.
Turning, I walked to the shower, turned the water on, and let it get to the temp I wanted. Stepping in the hot water felt good on my muscles even though it burnt just a bit on the scrapes and my lip.
Looking around, I found body wash and shampoo. I could tell by the label they were men's soap, but I needed to wash the dirty and the night off.
I hear a knock and then Ava's voice.
"Lola, it's just me,"
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