Leilani.
By the time I finally stepped out of the bathroom several minutes later, I was all red and sore. My body still bled from open cuts lining my arms and legs and I groaned in pain with each step I took.
So in other words, I didn't feel better. Instead, I felt worse and someone had to pay for it.
Darius was also long gone by this time, but I still couldn't help feeling like I was being watched when I took off the towel wrapped around my body and changed into a pair of grey shorts and a blue tank top.
I didn't even bother to comb my wet hair before wrapping it into a messy bun, and when I was done, I stepped out of the house with my car keys, that is after shooting Gavin a quick text.
A few minutes later, I parked in front of my old house— now Gavin's home, and stepped out of my car, my heart racing with anticipation as I walked through the open gates. I barely responded to the guards that greeted me as I walked past, and—
