Chapter 35: Confronting the past
Chapter THIRTY FIVE
**Oliver West**
Before I could begin to fathom what he meant by that, he tugged harshly at my arm, shoving me into the shower area and turned on the shower knob. I saw him adjust the temperature and the water rained down on me in full blast.
The water was freezing cold. It quickly soaked through my hair and clothes, plastering them to my skin like ice. The shock of it made me gasp, my lungs seizing as the frigid liquid invaded every pore.
"Let me out!" I yelped, sputtering out water that tasted slightly of chlorine.
Kieran was also soaking wet, but he didn’t seem to mind. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, water droplets trailing down the sharp angles of his face. But I would still be the freak who would return home in wet clothes, having to explain to Mom why I looked like I’d fallen into a lake.
"You wanted a bath. I am giving you one. Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying it," he said with a look of mock disappointment on his face, his lips curving into that cruel smile I’d come to know so well.
The coldness of the water seeped into my bones. My teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
Was he trying to get me sick? Or was this just another of his twisted punishments, another way to break me down piece by piece?
I pounded against his wet shoulders as I fought against him now. I didn’t care if I was screaming aloud. Hell, I wanted someone to hear me and rescue me from this psychopath. My fists made wet slapping sounds against his skin, but he might as well have been made of stone for all the effect it had.