I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU…
As soon as she was back at home, she took a long shower, scrubbing every inch of her body to get rid of the feeling of being dirty, the feeling of that mans hands against her body.
She closed her eyes as the water spilled over her and made her feel somewhat content for that split second without thinking. 'Thinking', that's what always brought her back to that night, and to all her lies.
A knock on the door brought her back from her dream world and into real life once more. "Are you okay in there, you've been in there almost an hour."
Time seemed to be going faster now, to be flying past her with every move she made. Where had it gone, time, the years she spent with her mother, the hours in the hospital, and the minutes in the shower. It had all gone by without her noticing, all gone by with her thinking of the past.
The past was something she wanted to forget, but to remember as well. To feel the hurt that had been placed upon her by that man was what she never wanted to feel again, but to remember her mother day after day, just the way she was was what made her happy; she didn't want to forget that.
Ten more minutes thinking of him and she turned her head to the door letting the water hit her cheek, "I'm fine, I'll just be a while longer."
The soap in her hands felt good as she lathered it and again scrubbed until her skin was red, and tender at the touch.
House limped back down the hall mumbling something crude about teenagers.
The soft feeling of her pants and sweater draped over her body, hiding every bit of her made her feel unusually comfortable, more comfortable than she had ever felt in these clothes before.
She starred into her own eyes as she pushed the wet strands of hair away from her face and into a messy ponytail. She opened the medicine cabinet that she had been showing her reflection and searched for something to ease her headache. Nothing there except for a bottle of vicodin, that would do…but she decided it wasn't the best thing to do, to betray him now when she needed him the most.
She made her way down the hall to the smell of take out Chinese in the kitchen that greeted her. Crossing her arms and dropping herself onto the couch, she beamed, "I love Chinese food too."