Chapter 17

Beth’s POV Stepping out of the shower twenty minutes or so later, my body smelling woodsy because I had to use Aaron’s shampoo, I wrap a fluffy towel around my body and smile as I find tiny, black leggings and an oversized sweater with a football logo on it, that I’m positive is Aaron’s. A matching set of underwear is stacked under the clothes, tags still hanging off of the ends, and I blush at the thought of having Aaron bringing these up here. I have no clue where the leggings or underwear are from, but I’m thankful for them. I slid them on quickly, finding a hairbrush placed next to the sink as I brush through my now soft mass of brown hair, letting hang to the middle of my back as I leave it to air-dry. I twist the doorknob, frowning as the sweater falls down my arm and reveals my mangled wrist. I frown as my eyes seem to be entranced by it, my bottom lip trembling as I take in the torn skin. The two long gashes are shaky, jaggedl