He offered to let me stay the night at his house down the street. None of his roommates were home other than another guy, his name was Heath. He was wearing a tan cowboy hat in boxers and a shirt that was one size too small. It made me laugh.
Zane offered to order food, but due to recent events I've lost my appetite for the night. I asked him if it was alright if I took a bath, the water had been turned off at James's house for the past 2 weeks. Before I went to the bathroom, Zane came to the door with 2 light blue towels that looked nearly brand new.
"Thank you" I shyly smiled and placed the towels on the sink and closed the door.
As the hot water filled the tub, I threw my baggy off-white shirt off along with the black leggings and neatly placed them in the corner. Most of the older bruises had turned into a yellow shade but an array of purples, blues, and yellows still littered my ribs and stomach. My busted lip wasn't so busted anymore but it was still sore, and the mark on my cheekbone was now a large blue spot. The scars up and down my hips and thighs showed no signs of fading.
