DEMI
For five minutes, I let my body be battered under Ashton's shower. The steam from the hot spray rises in the air like a mist, fogging the bathroom glass. My mind whirls with disconcerting thoughts.
I've tried to stop myself from constantly reliving the embarrassment and the pain I felt when Skylar claimed to be distrustful of me. It wasn't the words she said or the way she had said. No. For me, the most painful aspect of that hellish two minutes was the timing.
Under the circumstance of her accidental fall and hospitalization, coupled with the presence of her anxious brothers, her words had been no less than a dagger to my heart. One stabbed from the back for that matter. Very unexpected. Very painful. Very damaging.
