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(Still Saturday- a little later)

Rowan turned on the water and let it stream onto him, needles from the shower head as they went from cold to burning hot to just right. Something was nagging in the back of his mind.

Rowan leaned against the shower wall, letting the barely lukewarm water soak into his body, washing away sin that couldn't be cleansed from him.

Rowan groaned and started to slide, his body slipping and sticking on the warming tile as he remembered a night from when he was 11.

The curtain was shoved open and Frank stepped inside the shower stall. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he slurred.

1 "Just, just-" Frank threw his body against the wall, his head and chest smacking hard. "No Frank, don't!" Rowan's body hit the wall with Frank's thrusts. The man left the room as the boy lay on the shower floor.

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3 Rowan lay on the floor, letting the hot water blister and burn his skin. He shook, mind torturing his soul.