Fated To Save You- By: Tina Marie

Chapter 15 - Beneath the Surface

Last Updated on 2024-10-10 19:21:27

Wren stood in the bathroom, her fingers trembling as she slowly undressed, each piece of clothing slipping to the floor with a whisper of fabric. She kept her eyes averted from the mirror, knowing all too well what awaited her reflection. The mere thought of seeing her own body made her stomach churn. She couldn't bear to face the horror etched into her skin, the evidence of the trauma that had been inflicted upon her.

She reached out and turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water filling the small space. For a moment, she stood there, waiting for the water to warm, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. Finally, she stepped inside, letting the hot water cascade over her body, enveloping her in its warmth.

Maybe this water can wash away at least some of the traces of Trevor, Wren thought, closing her eyes as the water pounded against her skin. But even as she hoped for cleansing, hot tears began to mix with the water, streaming down her cheeks in a relentless flood. The pain was still too raw, too fresh, and she felt the weight of it bearing down on her with every breath.

Desperation took hold as she grabbed a washcloth and began to scrub her skin with fervor, lathering it with soap until her fingers slipped on the suds. She scrubbed and scrubbed, her movements growing more aggressive with each pass of the cloth, as if she could somehow erase Trevor’s touch, his presence, from her body.

I must erase that bastard’s marks and seed from my body, she thought fiercely, her heart pounding in her chest as she rubbed her skin until it turned bright red. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, the memories lingered, as vivid and painful as ever.

With trembling hands, she moved on to her hair, working the shampoo through each strand as if it too were tainted. But as she tried to wash away the past, the dam holding back her emotions broke, and she found herself buckling over, sobs wracking her body with a force that left her gasping for air.

Why… why me? Wren's thoughts were choked with despair as she collapsed to the floor of the shower, her tears mixing with the water in a swirling torrent. What did I do so wrong? But there were no answers, only the overwhelming sense of loss and helplessness that gripped her in that moment.

The combination of physical exhaustion, hunger, and the sheer emotional trauma she had endured began to take its toll. Her vision blurred, the world around her growing dim, and before she could even register what was happening, her body gave out, and she crumpled to the floor. The loud thud echoed through the bathroom as she fell, her consciousness slipping away.

In the living room, Connor heard the sound, his heart skipping a beat as he leaped to his feet. Panic surged through him as he rushed towards the bathroom, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

“Wren!” he called out, knocking urgently on the door. “Are you okay?”

There was no response, only the sound of water hitting the tiles. A heavy silence followed, one that sent a shiver down Connor’s spine.

“Wren, please answer me,” he pleaded, his voice growing more desperate with each passing second.

Still, there was no reply, no sign of movement from within. Connor’s worry intensified, and without hesitation, he made a decision.

“Wren… I’m coming in,” he announced, and with a deep breath, he pushed open the bathroom door.

The sight that greeted him stole the air from his lungs. Wren lay on the shower floor, water cascading over her naked body as she lay still and unmoving. For a moment, Connor’s heart stopped, his worst fears clawing at his mind.

“Wren!” he cried out, rushing to her side. He quickly shut off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her delicate frame. Relief washed over him as he checked her breathing—she was still alive, just unconscious.

She must be exhausted from everything that happened, he thought, his heart aching for her.

Carefully, Connor lifted Wren into his arms, cradling her gently as he carried her to his bedroom. The feel of her against him, so vulnerable and fragile, stirred a protective instinct deep within him. He placed her gently on the bed, taking a moment to gaze at her face, now peaceful in her unconscious state.

He left the room briefly, returning with the clothes he had given her earlier. As he toweled her off, his eyes traveled over the marks on her soft porcelain skin, each bruise and cut igniting a fresh wave of anger within him. He could barely contain his fury as he dressed her, his mind consumed with thoughts of revenge.

The pain and horror she must have gone through… I am going to make that bastard pay, Connor vowed silently, his jaw clenched as he covered Wren with the blanket.

He sat beside her for a long moment, his gaze softening as he looked at her beautiful face, now relaxed in sleep. Unable to resist, he reached out and gently stroked her hair, the soft strands slipping through his fingers like silk.

She is mine now, Connor thought, a fierce determination settling in his chest. Trevor will never touch her again.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, a silent promise that he would protect her, no matter what. With one last glance at her, he quietly left the room, heading to the kitchen to make her some soup.

He knew she would need all the strength she could muster for the battles that lay ahead, and he was determined to be by her side through every single one of them.

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