RYKER

“ Stay away! ” She yells, standing up with a jerk and pushing herself in the farthest corner of the shower room.

“ Love. You will never hurt me. ” I whisper tenderly, lifting a hand to grab her wrist.

She shakes her head hysterically and tugs her hands back to keep me away.

“ I thought the same about Anne. I can’t hurt her. I can’t hurt her. I can’t… ” Tears stream down her blood—shot eyes, disappearing into the water, becoming one with it. “ …hurt her. It was not me. I can never do it.