What Trey wouldn’t give for a shower and a toothbrush? The thought ran through his head. He felt as though the grime in his mouth had developed mushrooms. And they tasted just as awful.
Trey wasn’t a germaphobe or one of those clean freaks leaning towards a full case of OCD, but damn, he sure liked to have at least two showers a day minimum, and he brushed his teeth at least three times a day. Breath mints and mouthwash were also some of the necessities he never went without. He actually made sure to have some stashed even in his car for just in case moments.
Being dirty reminded him too much of his life before he was captured by the drug dealers. Before he met the rest of his friends. His family.
Even though he had only been eleven when they met and the memories had faded over the year
