The warmth of the water pelting over my skin would have normally felt heavenly. I had stood under the water letting it pour over my skin like a blanket; it's warmth unable to penetrate as I began to shiver violently under the it's stream, I sank to my knees and wept uncontrollably hugging my knees to my chin. After what seemed like forever, I stood up slowly made sure all the glass was out of my long hair and finished up my shower not as quickly as normal. I stepped from the shower and reached for my thick robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door. I wrapped it around me sinking into it's thick warmth, after slipping into my lace underwear and camisole. The weight of the robe felt comfortable and I tossed the hood over my hair. I walked out and found Richard sitting on a chair in the bedroom of my suite. He had been watching the news cast on what had transpired, and I couldn’t move I just stared at him I didn’t feel anything but numbness. Even my hatred for this man had vanished in the wake of everything. I had no energy to feel anything. Before my knees could buckle, I walked to the foot of the bed crawling upon it I curled into a ball and laid my head down. I didn’t want to sleep I just watched him as he stared at me. I heard him ask if he could get me a glass of water or anything, but I couldn’t even bring myself to answer him.
I must have drifted off to sleep because I woke to the sounds of terrified screams and strong hands pushing me back into the bed, and a comforting whisper in my ear, “its okay I’m here I won’t leave you alone.” I quickly realized that the screams had come from my very own throat. I felt the slight irritation from overusing my vocal cords. I swallowed hard and stopped fighting. He must have noticed because he pulled me up and sat behind me leaning me against him as he held a glass of water out before me. My hands were shaky, and he assisted in keeping them steady as I brought it to my lips. The cool water went down my throat and soothed it. One day I might hate that I needed him right now, but not at this moment. It was still too much to feel anything except this uncanny fear that something more was going to happen. I took one more greedy drink before lowering the glass and allowing him to take it from me. The whole time he had been whispering comforting and soothing words. Oh yes, he was a Casanova I remembered that now and stiffened slightly. He must have noticed because he moved himself and lowered me back onto my pillows. “Sleep now, I will be here if you need me” he said. I couldn’t even bring myself to answer him. It wasn’t long and I drifted off again. This time the scene from one of my novels played out before me.
A deep voice spoke from the dark "my pet will be your worst nightmare." Menacing laughter echoed and my photo from the back of one of my novels hung on a wall and a shadow crossed over it.
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