He nodded.
“I understand. The shower is down the hall if you want to shower.”She nodded as he gave her basic directions to get to the shower. And she nodded as to the fact her mouth was stuffed.
He grabbed his old books and studied.
She finished eating then looked at him, “where are your towels?” She asked softly and grabbed some of the clothing he brought
“They’re in the bathroom ”
She nodded softly looking at him with her one good eye before she moved and stood up taking her clothes to the bathroom she looked around and sighed.
Marshall put the dishes away and heard her sigh.
He went towards the bathroom quietlyShe thought she had shut the door completely as she then turned the water to hot steam radiated through the bathrooms. She then peeled off her seater. Exposing her scarred torso. Cuts and bruises along her ribs and stomach and arms. She looked in the mirror at herself and her lip quivered this was her her horrid body. Broken and beaten. And she closed her eyes. Breathing out softly she attempted not to cry.
Marshall walked and paused as he saw her body only half of it from the hallway. His eyes widened in surprise at the damage but he immediately turned and rushed back towards the kitchen pretending he didn’t see.
She stopped and immediately stripped completely then went to shower 30 minutes later she arose from the bathroom dressed in jeans and a navy sweatshirt. Her hair was still wet though her roots were now dry.
He looked at her with a grimace.
“How’s your eye… and your head?” He asked.
She didn’t look at him she felt depressed. Hurt. Sore. “I don’t know honestly” she said softly and went back to the couch.
Curling her knees to her chest. She had cried in the shower
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