CHAPTER ELEVENCole
Cole
The hot water pounds over my body, and I lean my forehead against the tile of the shower. I stare at the familiar tiles with their light brown speckles.
Hot breath and grunting fills the room. “What a good boy. Make daddy feel good.”
My mouth feels salty. I spit and squeeze my eyes shut, hitting my forehead on the wet tile. That’s not real. Not anymore. I’m at the cabin.
Why didn’t I think to grab my knife? My skin itches with the need to draw blood. See the pretty red beads well up and erase everything else.
I don’t know how long I stand there, but when the door opens, the water is cold.
“Fuck,” Jayden says. The water turns off, and he grabs me a towel.
“Fuck off, dude.” I shake the water from my hair and yank the towel out of his hand.
He just stands there. It’s been a long time since he’s found me like this. I can’t look at him. I cover up the scars on my back that I know damn well he has too, and brush past him to my room.