Disgusted

Chase POV

Once inside, I lock the door swiftly, a small sense of security settling in as the click resonates. Not stopping there, I stride into the bathroom and repeat the action—slamming and locking the door behind me. My sanctuary.

Climbing into the shower, I turn on the water and sit under the relentless spray. The warm streams do little to soothe the chaos raging inside me. Anger courses through my veins, hot and unyielding. Clutching my head, I let out a scream—a raw sound of frustration and pain that fills the steamy air.

I’m not sure how long I sit there, lost in a tumult of emotions, before exhaustion overtakes me, and I fall into a restless sleep right there in the shower.

The feeling of disgust and repulsion follows me even through my sleep, tainting my dreams with its bitter aftertaste. When I finally wake, I’m cold and stiff, the water long turned cool. Shutting off the water, I step out of the shower, hastily throwing on a pair of sweats. My movements are mechanical, driv