Anna scrubbed her skin under hot water for the fifth time in thirty minutes and she still didn't feel clean.
Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the water. Her lower lip had turned raw with how much she'd bitten it to try and stifle her cries.
Over and over, the scene kept playing in her mind.
Leon's erection pressed against her thigh.
Each time she recalled the feeling, she gagged and heaved dryly. With her stomach empty, there was nothing left to expel. So she scrubbed her skin all over again.
I thought I was over it.
I should have been over it! My therapist said…she said…it's been years. It's been fucking years! Why do I still…
Her thoughts couldn't even be completed. She bit back a heart-wrenching cry, tugging at her hair till a few strands came loose. The pain was nothing compared to the tingling on her skin, or the way her brain kept tormenting her by replaying memories from her old life.
Memories that she buried under hours of expensive therapy.
