I locked myself in my house, both deadbolts on and went to my bathroom. I wanted a bath. I needed to wash this day off me.
As I stood in my bathroom and started to undress, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
What if they had cameras?
What if they had stood where I was standing and looked at my bathtub like I was? Or used my toilet? Or touched my things? My underwear?
Forgoing the bath, I changed into loose sweats and a T-shirt. Then, armed with a bucket and all my cleaning products, I scrubbed my house from top to bottom. I fell asleep on my couch, exhausted, hands chapped and blistered, and still I felt that their stain was on my house.
On me.
Ifelt dirty.
The police wouldn’t be able to do much. I had given them so little to go on. I thought about my options.
I needed to tell Onyx. He could help me. I knew he had no issue with taking the law into his own hands or bending it to suit him. Unfortunately, I’d rather cut my tongue out than ask for his help.
I would fix this, I just needed to think of my options. A bitter laugh left me as I wondered how the hell I thought I had options. Emotionally drained, I cried myself to sleep.
