Elisa Muse
Colette helped me stand out, and then I managed slowly to get into the shower. They say that there is nothing a good chicken broth or a hot shower wouldn't heal, and in my case, the shower felt amazing.
I felt the water drain my every worry and ache. I washed my hair repeatedly and lathered my body with aromatic soap several times, wanting to feel clean. Even when I knew in my brain that the water and soaps were doing their jobs, I felt dirty.
Tears are running down my eyes. I felt tainted, dirty, used... and Noah only touched me inappropriately without going further. Raping me or having forced intercourse would have destroyed me.
"Ma biche... are you alright?" Colette knocked on my door, and between sobs, I replied.
"No, I need to be alone," I said, sitting under the w
