28. Salt in Our Wound
CHAPTER 28
SALT IN OUR WOUND
Sadie
T he bath is cold around me.
I’ve been here for an hour just thinking over and over again about what happened.
How it happened playing in my mind again and I couldn’t stop it. Reliving it in my mind.
The way he pulled out his cock like he just expected me to-
The way he had called me-
The way he that he hammered on the-
The way I had locked up.
The way I had remembered my past.
The way I had an accident.
I’m pathetic.
The doors locked.
The boys have stayed away like they know better than to come in right now. All of them gave me time after I had soothed some of their anxiety.
Which just left my anxiety.
I’m alone.
I don’t think I’m going to be okay.
I’m spiraling.
I need help.
Maybe I should have called Lola. Sometimes she says to send a text or an email.
I could have done that.
I didn’t do that.
It all is getting to be too much.
Anxiety wins again.
The fear ate me alive.
I just needed a little control.
Just a smidgen of being in control of my life.
And now….
I think I made a mistake.
Oh.
Oh this is it.
I guess I really am a broken omega.
I’m so tired.
Maybe I can sleep.
Sleep sounds so…nice….
Goodbye …
The door bursts open.
I see shapes … faces.
Cam .
His eyes are wide as he takes in the sight of me in the tub.
Ant .
He’s rushing towards me without thinking about the mess.
Such a mess I’ve made.
Hands .
Hands touching my skin.
Warm hands on cold skin.
Jace’s voice.
Paxton’s curses.
Blackness.
I’m alone again.
Just like I deserve.