25. Courtney
Chapter 25
Courtney
I stand still, not shifting my feet until I hear the front door shut.
Then I let out the high-pitched whine that’s been caught in my chest since I got splashed in the face with toilet water .
“What the fuck, World?” I snap at the room.
I tug at my shirt, pulling the wet fabric out and away from my face as I drag it over my head.
Not that it matters, because I already got toilet water on my fucking face .
I grit my teeth and let out another sound of frustration.
“Why?” I ask the toilet as I throw the shirt down on the floor, leaving me in a tank top.
I glare down at the gray material clinging to my tits because that’s wet too.
“Not cool. Not fucking cool.”
I spin around in the small bathroom and turn the faucet on to hot, leaning my face over the sink.
Thankfully there’s a hand soap dispenser on the counter.
After filling my palm with the mountain rain scented liquid, I slap my hands together and lather roughly .
“Why?” I can hear my fragile mental state when I ask it this time. “Why did that have to happen in front of him ?”
I fill my lungs, then hold my breath and scrub my soapy palms all over my face.
When my chest starts to burn, I cup my hands under the running water and scoop it up over my mouth.
Suds clear, my lips part, and I suck in a big breath.
Once all the soap is washed off, I pump more into my hand and start the process all over again.
Toilet water.
On my face.
Fuck. Me.