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Chapter 14: Her sweet cry

A distant crying in the next room broke me out of my reverie I glanced at the bedroom door nervously, unsure of what comes next. Her crying rung in my ears almost calling me, my breasts became wet at the sound of her shrill crying. I was afraid to say her name in case this was all just a dream, I didn't want to suddenly wake up and be in the basement cellar again to find that I had only dreamt about his murder and my escape. But I wasn't waking up, her cries are real and Mr. Monroe's dead body at the foot of the bed was most certainly real.

I swung my legs to the end of the bed and hopped off, I started for the bedroom door but stopped in my tracks. I cant go to her when I'm completely covered in blood, I needed to get cleaned up and change and quickly. I went to the closet quickly and picked out a pair of skinny Jean's with light fabric so I could comfortably run in them if I needed to, a tank top and a comfortable navy blue hoodie that would keep me warm. I grabbed a new pair of socks and a pair of underwear that he had picked out for me months ago before I miscarried my last pregnancy. Humans cannot impregnate wolves, it has something to do with our DNA, we just weren't compatible even if we were half human. Mr. Monroe would hire a male of my kind and hope that he would impregnate me. I shuddered at the thought and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.

The hot shower helped clear my mind, I ran my soapy hands through my long wet locks and worked the shampoo into the strands. It felt amazing to be able to wash my hair and to shower alone without a man molesting me every time water touched my back. I could hear my daughter crying distantly Even with the noise of the water gushing through the old and rusty shower head. I quickly washed my face and my body, all the while his blood was washing away and down the drain, far away from this hellish place. I turned off the faucet when I was finally all cleaned up and dried off with the old towel that he permitted me to have in this bathroom. It was old but to me it felt new and soft with a faint lemony scent, it felt like heaven to breathe in the fresh scent. I dried off and quickly got dressed. I threw the hoodie up over my head and pulled it down onto my body, it embraced my curves and felt like it was hugging my body making me feel safe and secure.

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