So far, I thought I was the hunter, preying on Milla’s weaknesses. I was so fucking wrong.
I couldn’t believe how my brothers were right this time. What was happening to me? When did I become such an idiotic moron?
“Milla...” Her name on my lips felt like a prayer and a curse.
28
Camilla
I blinked blearily, feeling streams of hot water cascading down on my body. The heat seeped into my skin, waking me up from the dark, unrelenting coma that seemed to have drowned all my consciousness.
My hazy vision slowly cleared.
Tiled walls of a strange bathroom came into my view. I was sitting in a large porcelain bathtub with hot water submerging my body while a steady jet poured down on me.
Wiping the water droplets clinging to my lashes, I looked around.
“Julie?” I whispered confusedly.
“Hey.” She was still dressed in the gorgeous gown she’d worn earlier that evening. “Are you okay?”
Was I okay?
“How did we get here?” I asked. The last thing I remembered was being rushed through the hallways of Brian’s home. “Where are we?”
“You don’t remember?” Julie’s anxiety was a palpable thing, seeping into me, forcing me to recollect every single awful event.
“I remember what happened but how did I end up here?” I asked.
“I guess you sort of passed out in Luke’s car,” she said in a small, worried tone. Looking closely, I saw that her arms and parts of her dress were covered in drying blood. “We’re in his house right now. I came into the bathroom to help you clean up.”
I looked down and saw the skirt of my dress floating in the water. Most of the reeking blood was washed off me but I doubted I’d ever forget the stench.
“Luke brought me in his car?” I asked after a moment’s silence.
“Yeah.”
“With me still covered in all that crap?”
Julie gave a grim nod. “You’re lucky to have him as a friend.” She moved closer to the bathtub. “Listen, I’ll get you some clothes. Just stay in the tub, okay?”
“Sure,” I said, hating that I was putting my friends through a nightmare meant solely for me.
She stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Getting to my feet, I grabbed a bottle of soap from the tub’s side and squirted a handful of the sweet-smelling liquid. I was going to take advantage of Luke’s generosity a little more.
I scrubbed my arms, neck, and face clean.
Next, I took out the pins holding my hair in a bun. Rivulets of dirty crimson flowed down my arms as the blood soaking into the strands flowed away.
Bending down, I pulled the plug, letting all the dirty water flow out from the tub. I grabbed the shampoo next and started rinsing my hair like a madwoman.
Julie walked back into the bathroom with towels and clothes.
“You look cleaner,” she said, forcing a small smile. “That’s good.”
“Do you want to take a shower too?” I asked.