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She was strong.
She’d left him.
That was the hardest thing any woman could do when dealing with an abuser.
She knew that.
But knowing that still didn’t make her feel any better.
The voices grew faint. Anya strained to hear what was going on, but the cops must have persuaded Glenn to leave.
She knew this wouldn’t be the last she’d hear from him.
First thing tomorrow, she would go file that restraining order.
Anya pushed herself off the floor and stood. She double-checked the door was locked.
She walked toward her bedroom, needing a shower. After being so close to Glenn again, she just felt dirty.
She flipped the light on in the en suite and turned the water on. Steam filled the room while she slipped her clothes off. She snagged her shower cap and tucked her hair underneath it.
The water was hot and stung her skin. Anya bit back a sob and stood beneath the flow of water. She ignored the pain and let it pour over her as if it would completely wipe away the feel of Glenn touching her.
She lost track of time in the shower. With her loofah, she scrubbed her skin until it was practically raw. The water was starting to cool, signaling it was time for her to get out.
A few minutes later, she went into her room with her towel wrapped around her. She picked up her cell, unsure who she should call.
Her father?
Amina?
She slid her finger along the screen and found the number. She put her ear to the phone and waited, sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Hello?”
The deep, familiar voice brought a smile to her face, instantly calming her.
“Daddy?”
“Pumpkin, what’s wrong?”
He must have detected something in her voice. She had never divulged to her parents the real reason she had moved home or had broken up with Glenn. Her father hadn’t liked him but had tolerated him only because of Anya.
If she were to tell her father the truth about her relationship with Glenn…
“Nothing. Feeling more homesick than I thought. Can I come to stay with you and Mom for a few days?”
“Of course, baby. You are always welcome home. You should have just moved in with your mom and me. We have plenty of room.” He chuckled.
A small smile crossed her face. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted to make sure you and Mom had privacy,” she joked.
“That’s fine. Need me to come to get you?”
“Yes, the car couldn’t be saved anymore.” She pouted. She pushed off the bed so she could start grabbing clothes to put on.
The mechanic had called her and informed her that her car wasn’t worth the price it would cost to fix it.
“Okay, baby. Let me put my shoes on, and I’ll be there shortly.”
