49: Pangs of Guilt

SCARLETT

Shame flooded my entire being in an unforgiving way as I changed to fresh clothes in the cabin.

I felt like there was a stench of the godforsaken act I’d just engaged in hovering and clinging to every inch of my skin as I hurried out of the cabin and into the house. I practically ran up the stairs as several voices in my head pointed accusing fingers at me.

Immediately I was in the privacy of my room, I slammed the door shut, peeled my clothes off quickly and stormed into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower to the hottest temperature and used all my might to scrub off the shame lingering all over me. No matter how much I tried, it seemed impossible to wash off the fact that I’d let my step-brother fuck the living daylight out of me at seven fucking a.m and I’d enjoyed every single moment of it.

Again, I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was sore, but the memories were too fresh and I kept failing to get rid of the shame snowballing in my head.

My alarm went off signifying