Chapter 17.
I haven’t been here in years, the floral couch that I always used to sleep on when I was little was tucked away in the corner. The kitchen smelled of grandma’s homemade apple pies and strawberry jam. Lace curtains draped the large windows , small picture frames sat upon the mantel of the fire place, so many memories filled this house.
“Aleeah?” a small voice asked. I turned around to see my grandmother in the doorframe of the hallway.
“Hi grandma.” I choked back the cries and wrapped my arms around my grandmother.
“It’s been a couple years. You look more and more like your mother each day.” She said smiling at me. “How is she?”
“She’s doing good.” I said smiling back.
“How’s Elliot?” she asked as she pulled me into the living room. My smile disappeared, I didn’t know what to tell her. Her grandson is a complete psychopath that shot your boyfriend whom you cheated on.
“He’s good.” I said putting on another fake smile.
“That’s wonderful .would you like something to eat? She offered getting up off the couch and making her way to the kitchen.
“Yeah I’m starving. Can I have some soup?” I asked.
“Sure baby girl.” She smiled at me. I’ve missed her so much.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” I grabbed my bag that I had left at the door.
“Go ahead sweetie. I’ll call you when your soup is ready.” She said putting a pot on the stove.
I stepped into the shower, the warm water felt good on my exhausted body. I scrubbed my body, trying to remove the feeling of Luke’s' lips. I got out of the shower and wrapped my body in a burgundy towel. Everything Luke did flash through my mind. I could feel his lips slowly making their way down my body. His hands woven into my hair as he thrust into me. I rushed to the toilet and vomited. I felt disgusting.
“Aleeah your soup is ready!” grandma called. Soup didn’t sound too good anymore.
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