Pretty Little Fears

I

Hennessy stepped into the warm water and relaxed as she adjusted completely to the size of the porcelain tub. A small candle was lit in the corner of the modern styled bathroom leaving the sweet-scented trail of apple cinnamon behind each flame. Yet even with its alluring smell lingering in the air, Hennessy was consumed with pain.

She couldn't help the lonely tear that escaped her eye as she thought about what exactly had led her to that tub. Her entire body ached, but the part which hurt the most was her heart.

For some reason she could not seem to get over the fact that someone she had once; both admired and loved so much would do something this vile to her.

She was hurt, maybe even heart broken, since it felt as though her life was completely falling apart, and her dad would no longer be the one to pick up the pieces.

Henny stayed in the water until her skin had wrinkled, then decided to get out. She wrapped a fluffy grey towel around her body, knotting the top. The plain bathroom door opened upon her request and she peeked her head out to see the man she had rode with walking in the direction she was in. She huffed and stepped out entirely to face him.

"You good?" He asked eliciting her to nod her head with a small smile playing on her face. He handed her a shirt and boxers, letting her know to call him if she needed anything.

As soon as Hennessy got in the room she would be staying in, she stripped and put on the items she was given. The boxers stopped right under the cuffs of her butt cheeks, while the shirt reached the very top of her thigh.

Her face formed a deep frown as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Behind all the scars and bruises, all she could see was a lost and ugly little girl.

Hennessy sighed and made her way to the bed, tucking herself underneath the covers after locking the door, immediately falling into a deep slumber.