Over an hour later, I tiptoed out of the tub and into the huge, tiled shower. The hot water burned all the way to my bones, but the water pressure stung my bruised body. I glanced around at the available soaps and conditioners, and was amused to find his large collection.
I scrubbed the soap against my skin and through my hair, as though I could erase the bruises and memories that Scott had left on my body. I got out and dried off with the towel Preston had left, and noticed he had set my bag inside the door at some point.
I borrowed a comb and winced as I pulled it through my hair. It tugged painfully where Scott had dragged me. I gently dried off and stepped over to my bag. In my haste to pack, I failed to grab any pajamas, or anything besides jeans and shirts. I sighed and grabbed jea
