Chapter 23: "We Blame It On The Period"

"I guess the pep talk didn't work, huh? Figures," Raze's voice sounded from down the hall after Mallory had made her way into the house.

"Don't blame her!" Mal's voice called, followed by the sound of a hand hitting a face, hard. Did… Did she hit Raze in the face? My lips plastered in an amused smirk. Gods, how I adore that woman. I shook my head and turned on the shower. I smelt horrible. My skin was covered with a layer of sweat, dust, blood, and dirt. It clung to me like a second layer of skin. Blegh. I peeled my shredded and dirty clothes from my skin and stepped eagerly under the warm streams of water coming from the showerhead.

A sigh of bliss escaped my lips, and I started to scrub my body. The clear water almost immediately turned muddy and bloody from the dried blood still plastered on my skin. After nearly fifteen minutes of scrubbing, I started to feel clean again. The water wasn't as turbid as before but was still a pinkish color from dissolved blood.