Orin slammed the door to Audrey's apartment on his way out, leaving her still wrapped in a thin sheet on her bed. Her body was aching. She slowly sat up, rubbing the back of her neck while feeling a torrid combination of pain and exhaustion.
Naked and vulnerable, she wandered into her bathroom to take a quick bath; Epsom Salts had become somewhat of a saviour after her 'dates' with Orin.
Her apartment building did not have the luxury of hot water, lukewarm was the best she could get. As the bath began to fill, she disappointedly examined herself in the mirror. She did not recognize the face staring back at her.
Her hair was a mess. Eye make up smeared down her cheeks from where she had let a few stray tears fall. A pattern of bruises covered her body. Disillusioned, she began to wonder why she bothered with her looks, her exterior.
The hairspray that kept her hair perfect was a waste of time. The mask of make up she wore was cried off. The perfect red nails were chipped from attempts to protect herself. The dresses she accessorized to look as fancy as possible were torn off and disregarded.
Over the years, she had come to the realization that her interior did not necessarily matter to the men she dated. However, she was beginning to accept that her exterior apparently meant nothing to them either.
She pondered that now both her interior and her exterior were deemed worthless, what worth did she have?