Addicted

Kim's pov

"Fuck you, Xander. Fuck you big time!" I hurled at him as I crossed the room and letting myself into the bathroom, slamming the door after me.

I hated him because of how right he always is. I hated him because he was an asshole. I hated him because I still need him till date.

I stepped under the shower with my clothes still on, and as the cold water poured over me, I tried to slow my racing heart. Cold instantly seeped into my veins and I soon began to shiver, teeth clattering but that was better than me crying.

Xander was right. I do need a shower, because I reeked of Chris who fucked me in his limo after having me suck him off.

That thought made me retch in disgust and with tired limbs, I began to peal my wet clothes off, cold settling in my ribs.

I scratched over every inch of my body with my fingernails until my skin felt raw and red, but I still feel dirty when I shot the water off.