Elli POV.
I frowned at the idea of a bath, for the last, uh, how long has it been? Almost a month now, all I got were quick showers, real quick ones. I haven’t had a bath in forever and I’m not sad about it, to be honest, I’m so happy, I hate baths, I hate the water, my cat side doesn’t like it at all.
He carried me to the bathroom and for the millionth time I cussed my broken leg, stupid leg, how am I supposed to run away if it’s in a heavy cast. Daddy knew what he was doing, once in the bathroom he locked the door, he sat me on the closed lid of the toilet seat and took off my current sweats, I loved the sweats, they made me feel like me, they are much more of me than a dress ever was or would be.
I hope Dylan bought me more of the sweats and hoodies or maybe I can borrow some of d
