It’s Monday.
Normally, Mondays are not my best days but this one is my favorite. I need to get out of here before I can snap and being a Monday, I’m going to work. I don’t want to run into Harley but it’s better than being with this sucker.
I turn off the faucet and pick my towel to dry myself. I open the door and step out, stopping in my tracks when I see Sage on my bed. I hurriedly cover myself and tighten the towel around me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask tracing my eyes to the white sheets in his hands.
Fuck!
The sheets we tainted with blood when he raped me. I didn’t wash them. I decided to hide them until I was ready to do so but seems like he got to them before I washed them.
He looks distressed. He looks up at me and back at the sheets. His eyes fixated on the red patch,
