35

God help me.

Ms. Pat is already running up and down by the time I pulled into the driveway she quickly ushered me into my room and the bathroom where a bath is awaiting smelling of vanilla and roses flaring over it.

From my peripheral I see a dress laid out on the bed. It looks like blood was spilled on my bed, that's how red the material was.

"In you go" she shooed at the bathroom and I went without any complains as I needed to wash off the sweat of the day.

I spend the next thirty minutes soaking with my hair in a bun. Texting back and forth with Hannah, apparently, she didn’t want to be left out of any part of the evening. I even sent her a picture of the bath I was in, crossing my legs to get a shot, a rose petal hanging on my skin, I frown at the picture zooming in to see if my foot looked weird shrugging, I click send deciding she’ll manage it like that. I place my phone on the edge and close my eyes then jerked upright.

“What!” I quickly snatch my phone and clicked on the l