josh let me stay in my old room, he explained that he was "cleaning it" before when i was in the basement.
his description of cleaning must be removing all sharp objects, locking the windows shut with a padlock, and getting rid of all things that could be used for escaping or hurting myself or others.
i laid on the bed, closing my eyes and taking in the musty smell of the room, along with the soft cushions of the bed that i dreamed of in the basement. i reopened my eyes when i heard footsteps from the hallway.
"y/n?" josh opened the door slowly. in his hands were bathroom necessities and my clothes from the cruise and that were still in the room, washed. he set them on the dusty dresser.
"is there anything else you need?" he asked softly, wiping off some of the dust from the dresser with his hand.
"tyler" i said without thinking
josh walked out the room and slammed the door shut, the sound of something hitting the wall echoing in the room.
"fuck you!" i yelled, only making josh more upset. i heard him stomp down the stairs and the sound of the front door closing.
"i hate you" i mumbled as i got up and grabbed the bathroom necessities, taking them to the bathroom. i got undressed and stared at myself in the mirror.
there were bruises scattered around my body. i forgot where they came from, but they fueled me with anger. "i hate you" i repeated louder.
