Chapter Six
Sophie
The last time I stayed in bed like this was when I was sixteen and had a nasty flu virus. Everything ached, my stomach hurt, and my head pounded nonstop. It was the most miserable I’d felt in my entire life.
Until now.
Minus the throwing up, this is worse than the flu. My mind won’t turn off, and I can’t stop feeling like his hands are still on me. The way he intimately touched me haunts my thoughts as I think about his fingers on my chest and between my legs. The f*****g sicko had the audacity to do whatever he pleased to my body, and no amount of washing feels clean enough.
Worst of all, my heart hurts.
The Monday after the incident, Mason was forced to go to work even though he wanted to stay home with me. I was still too beaten and bruised to go to rehearsals,
