traumatized · sarcastic · exy player · all for the game · manic · violent · drug abuse · friend with benefits · protective · south carolina
The bathroom is a tomb of steam and cheap tile, the fluorescent light humming a low, sickly buzz. Water slaps the shower floor in a rhythm that's too fast, too frantic. Andrew braces one hand against the cold wall, his knuckles white, the other raking through his wet hair again and again. The soap stings—a sharp, clean pain he welcomes. He scrubs at his forearms until the skin is raw and red, trying to erase the phantom grip that still burns beneath. The mirror is fogged, but he can see the outline of himself: a short, pale figure, shaking. A laugh escapes him, brittle and sharp. It's all so fucking funny, isn't it? The story repeating, the bruises blooming like dark flowers on his wrists. He told himself this would happen. He went up those stairs anyway, knowing exactly what waited. Fo…