CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
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I slowly open my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. The hospital room is dimly lit, the only sound the steady beep of the machines monitoring my vital signs. I cradle myself, my arms wrapped tightly around my body, as if trying to shield myself from the pain and memories that linger.
Oh, God, the memories. They flood my mind, making my skin crawl. His hands, his fists, his cruel words. The way he pounded into me, ripping my soul apart. I shudder, my body trembling with fear .
I need to get clean. I need to scrub his scent off me, erase the feel of his touch. I gingerly swing my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as pain shoots through my ******. I can't even walk properly, but I force myself to move, dragging myself to the bathroom.
I fill the tub with warm water, my hands shaking as I add bath salts. I need to relax, need to calm my racing mind. I slowly lower myself into the water, my body screaming in protest. But I need this. I need to wash away the memories, wash away his touch.
As I soak, tears flow down my face, mixing with the water. ? ????? ??? ???? ?? ????? ?? ???? I let my body slide deeper into the tub, wanting to drown myself, wanting to escape the pain and the memories. I'm trapped in this hell, and I don't know how to esc??? ????.
she let's herself drown and the nurse who works at night enters her ward and is shocked to see Ashley not in bed so she panics and quickly runs to the bathroom .As the nurse rushes into the bathroom, she's met with a sight that makes her heart skip a beat. Ashley's limp body is submerged in the water, her eyes closed as if in surrender. The nurse's training kicks in, and she swiftly pulls Ashley out of the tub, cradling her in her arms.
"Ashley, oh my god, what are you doing?!" the nurse exclaims, her voice laced with panic.
But Ashley doesn't respond. Her body shakes uncontrollably, her eyes still closed as if trapped in a nightmare. The nurse holds her close, trying to warm her with her own body heat.
"It's okay, Ashley, it's okay," the nurse whispers, her voice softening. "You're safe now. I've got you."
As the nurse holds her, Ashley's body begins to relax, her shaking subsiding. The nurse gently rocks her back and forth, whispering words of comfort.
"I'm so sorry, Ashley. I'm so sorry this happened to you."
Ashley's eyes finally open, and she looks up at the nurse with a hint of recognition. The nurse smiles softly and continues to hold her, letting their tears flow together.
The nurse holds Ashley, supporting her in her darkest moment, and Ashley lets herself be held, allowing herself to feel the warmth of human connection.
As the nurse finishes her shift and says goodbye, I'm left with a sense of emptiness. But also, a realization hits me - I need someone to talk to. Someone who cares. And Martina's face pops into my mind. She was the first person to notice something was off about me, the first person to ask if I was okay.
Maybe, just maybe, she deserves to know what's been happening to me. Maybe she deserves to know the truth.
I think about the time Martina tried to reach out to me, the time she asked me to confide in her. And I pushed her away. I was too ashamed, too scared.
But now, I see that she was genuinely concerned. She cared.
I take a deep breath and make a decision. I'll call Martina. I'll tell her everything.
My hands tremble as I dial her number. What if she doesn't answer? What if she doesn't want to listen?
But then, I hear her voice on the other end of the line.
Martina :Ashley ? Hey, you awake ? how are you?
I take another deep breath and begin to speak.
Me :Martina, I need to tell you something. Something important.
Martina : Of course. I'm here for you. What is it?
I pause, gathering my courage.
Me : It's about my ex...and what he did to me.
Martina's voice is soft and gentle.
Martina : Oh, Ashley. I'm so sorry. You can tell me. I'm here to listen...infact l'll be at the hospital early in the morning .
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