She is the one by Asheslove (that summer book .TXT) 📗

Chapter 18

He placed me under the shower and removed my cloths before coming out from his own. 

‘Blood don’t suit you baby, this dried blood of that motherfucker on you is bothering me’ he said turning on the shower and looking at me with smirk. 

The cold water hit my body but I didn't finch. He soaped and scrubbed my whole body and I let him, I didn’t snap back neither did I argue with him to stop. His touch, his closeness, his breathing, his lustful gaze on me, I let him do everything because I can't help it, I don’t even feel my body, I was standing there like a statue, my mind completely lost somewhere.

‘Now all clean and clear, all mine like I want’ he hissed near my ear pushing my body further into him and slipped two of fingers inside my core. My head snapped back and I hissed when he add another digit and started pumping in and out of me ruthlessly, rubbing my clit with thumb mercilessly. 

‘You are in shock baby’ he whispered in my neck sucking my flesh in his mouth before giving it a harsh bite and my legs automatically parted giving him more space.

I let him do whatever he wanted to satisfy himself lost in my panic and blankness numb all the time until he was done.

He not only fucked my body like hungry predator but he fucked my soul, he fucked my senses out wildly like he can’t get enough.

A part of me wanted to stop him but didn't. My body is not supporting me and mind is in blank state to stop him.  

After I don't know how long, when finally he was done taking all the satisfaction he wants to pleasure himself he stopped. 

He turned off the shower and left the glass chamber leaving me inside there and came back with a towel hanging on his waist. He rubbed my body with another towel and threw me on his shoulder before coming out of bathroom.

 He put me on his bed and wrapping the towel around me he left inside the doorway. All the time I was numb. After few minutes he came out all dressed up, wet hairs combed perfectly and strong cologne lingering in the air all around. 

He put the dress which he brought with himself on the bed and pulled my body up; removing the towel from me he slipped a panty between my legs before slipping a loose nighty on me which was ending up to my knees. He laid me carefully on between his big king sized bed putting one hand under my head gently on the pillow. 

All the while now he acted like I am a small kid; his touches careful and gentle. He hovered over me and looked in my eyes which were fixed on the ceiling above me to find something in them, any emotion, fear, anger or any other but there was nothing, they were hollow, completely void to feel any emotion right now. His brows scrunched together when he didn’t find any response from me. 

‘You are still shocked and exhausted, take rest you will feel better’ he said and placing a closed mouth kiss on my lips left the room.

 

My eyes were fixed on the ceiling above me. My mind was in state of shock. It was completely blank, numb and dazed. I don’t know for how long I kept looking at the ceiling blankly. I moved my head and look at the window only to saw dark outside. I slowly sat up and tried to get off from the bed but a sorrow pain radiated between my thighs desisting me to do so. My legs refrain me to walk but I ignored everything like didn’t feel them and with heavy feet gathering my broken strength I carried my body to the bathroom and stand against the huge mirror.
I lifted my hefty eyelids up to look at my image and quickly took few step away from my reflection in shock. My body started to tremble and shake egregiously.

My image…my image was covered in blood. There was blood on my hands, my face and the light blue nighty which I was wearing, also drenched in blood.

No, no, this is not real, where is this blood coming from? With my trembling hands I rubbed my face to remove the blood from me but it doesn’t come off. Words started to echo and images started to float in the air around me. 

“Nooooooo”, “why, why are….why are you back, goo…go away, I didn’t killed anyone, I didn't killed him’ I uttered in shock looking at the reflection in front of me. 

‘This is not me, this is not my image’ I mumbled in terror pointing my finger at the image in the mirror. 

“Why... why there’s blood on me, I didn’t killed him. I didn't..I didn't kill anyone’ I screamed scrubbing my bare arms to remove the blood from them.
 

The voices around me laughed 

‘You are same, you are a killer Elena, you are a killer, it was you who killed him' and
My whole past flooded likes strong waves of sea hitting and wounding me, the day from which I was running, the images which I wanted to remove from my memory like never happened, the past which was haunting me in my nightmares from six years. 

I tried to escape, I tried to run, I tried to hide from these haunting demons but I failed, they found me, they caught me again. My whole past appeared in front of me in that mirror, everything, all those images flooded back. All the images of that dark day when I was 14, the day which completely changed my life.
I am very well familiar to this girl standing right in front of me covered in blood; this is the girl whom I don’t want to face again.
No, how can these came back, I don’t want to face them again. I tried to hold myself. 

Fight them Elena, fight them if you want them to go away, don’t let these overpower you.
‘No, I am not a killer I am not this, this is not the Elena whom I know, go away’ I shouted loudly at those images my voice strong.
‘Then who was that little school girl who killed him six years ago, did you forget ELENA. How can you forget that' and the image of a man completely drenched in red liquid, lying in pool of blood came in front of my eyes.

He raised from that pool and I saw him standing just behind me in mirror, his face completely smashed and blood oozing out from it.

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