Darker

I stood there- gaping at myself in the reflection of the mirror. I can feel my tears building up; on the verge of tears I grab the crystal clear porcelain sink. There is just complete silence. You are dirty little ho! My subconscious yells at me. She is furious. What the hell happened last night? Was I raped? Who did this to me? I feel so dirty.

Grabbing my phone, I quickly dial Chrissie. She picks up after three rings- she groans

“What!” she snaps. Chrissie was never a morning person.

“Good morning to you to Sleeping beauty”

“Good Morning Belle. Are you ok? ”

“No! I don’t know what has happened” I sob.

“Why? What’s happened! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just don’t worry”

“Isabella Roselyn Wright, what the fuck has happened!” she growls

“I think I was raped”

“WHAT!”

Clunk

Chrissie hangs up. Head in my hands I sob.

When you feel like you want to cry and you are all alone- have a hot shower to clear all the negative thoughts I hear my mother’s voice.

Steam rises from the floor and stepping into the shower, bloods runs down my wet glistening body and down the drain, why do I feel so dirty? Jumping out I wrap a towel around my body. Mum was always right; a shower does make you feel so much better.

Chrissie stands at my bedroom door with her arms folded, suddenly I don’t feel better. I collapse in her arms and burst into tears. “It will be ok sweetheart” she says softly as she strokes my damp hair.

Sitting me down on the lounge, I am dripping water.

“What happened last night?” she asks

“I don’t know Chrissie”

“Belle-”

“Christine, I don’t remember anything. I woke up with bruises and cuts all over my body… I feel so dirty” I sob as I grab my skin trying to rip it off me.

“Honey, I know it’s hard” she assures as she grabs my hand.

No shit Sherlock! Case closed Nancy Drew!

“What do you remember from last night?” I ask.

“What? Me?”

“No Chrissie, I am asking the plant” I plaster on a fake grin.

“All I remember is that you left with José, you were all over him”

“What? José did this to me! That greedy son of a-”

“Belle, you don’t know that” she interrupts.

“His last name is Adams!” I burst

“What?”

“That’s it I am going to kill him!” I yell.