A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday, and to all of you who may not celebrate anything/celebrate something different, have a good day/night! I'm sorry for how short this is, but I've been having a hard time writing lately, and this was the most I could accomplish. And yes, you get introduced to a new character, who i may add is going to be very vital to this story. Well, happy reading, everyone!
Chapter Eleven.
The hot shower water pounded against my back, dripping down the cuts, bruises, and scars that lay there. My sopping hair stuck to my face, and tears dripped down my face. Why did I have to do that? What is wrong with me?
After a while of crying, I washed and conditioned my hair, taking my time as I did so. Then came scrubbing my body and shaving my armpits. I hadn't gotten a chance to since my dad and I were rescued by Paul and Jared, and they were almost as furry as a small cat. Thoughts resurfaced from that night, and a sharp shiver struck itself down my spine. How had he gotten Sam behind bars like that? He has been doing this all his life; He took what he thought he could and no one batted an eye in his direction. Well, until now. After he was arrested for the assault he was tested by a physicist and shipped to Berkley House for the Criminally Insane. Who would have guessed that he wasn't just an asshole?
I turned the water off and pulled a towel off of the hook, wrapping it around my hair before taking another and wrapping it around my body. My skin looked striking in the light, so white it was almost translucent.
"Hey, Bre?" I jumped as Paul's voice rang from outside the door, my grip tightening on my towel. "I put fresh sheets on your bed and opened the window to air out the room. Sandy is washing your old sheets." Sandy; the beautiful and mysterious daughter of Jean, and my new sister. My face immediately reddened at the thought. "I'm starting on breakfast. Take it as a welcome to your new home kind of thing." He paused and coughed before continuing. "Hope you like oatmeal."
I did like oatmeal, and as I stuffed my face, Paul would look at me and chuckle from deep in is chest before continuing to eat his own serving. My hair, now fluffy and clean from a washing and blow drying, hung thickly down my back, covering the back of my purple sweater. Sandy, a beauty just like her mother, appeared a few minutes later, her sandy colored hair swishing back and forth as she threw me a large smile as she passed me. Unlike my own siblings, Sandy actually sort of liked me. I mean, I think she liked me. According to Leah she wasn't much of a lover, and having her like me just a tiny bit was a total win.
"Did you taste it, Paul?" He glared up at her before shoving another spoonful into his mouth, gulping up the rest of his third helping. She poured herself a glass of ice cold milk and rolled up the sleeves to her unbuttoned flannel, raising an eyebrow at me. "You feeling alright, Bre?"
"Yeah, peachy." Her grin was contagious as she sipped her milk, and I couldn't help but smile back at her. With a couch, Paul stood up and slipped his bowl into the sink, bypassing her before nodding at me. I nodded back halfheartedly.
"I got to get back before dad wakes up. He has an early shift this morning."
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." He grunted in reply, shutting the door quietly behind him.
And then there were two.