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Chapter Eleven

CHARITY POV

I unlock the door to my house, grateful to find it silent, with no parents to welcome me home. Not that I have the energy to talk to them about my last few days, or today. Everything is blurring together, that I don’t realize my feet have carried me upstairs to the shower.

I strip naked, tossing the clothes in a pile, deciding in that moment I’d rather burn them. The memories that will resurface when I look at them isn’t what I need. Definitely not.

Stepping over the bathtub, I let the scalding water burn my skin clean. I stay underneath the showerhead long after I have scrubbed my body raw. The water turning into an icy shock, but it doesn’t stop me from pouring more soap onto my loofah. I only want to rid myself of the blood stains I see whenever I look at my hands.

The repetitive ring of the doorbell makes me turn the water off, not caring if all the soap is gone. Wrapping myself in one of my fuzzy pink towels, I hurry back down the steps. The exhaustion must be messing
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Alisha Christine Bishop
just gets juicier... I'm hoping all these signs are pointing to them both being hers...
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kelley
Both are charities mates
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Heather
It’s the bracelet
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