The Aftermath

By the time I was dropped off in front of my house it was nearing midnight. I climbed out of the black SUV on shaky legs, glad for the small mercy of them allowing me to shower and keep my clothes clean.

When I pushed open the front door I found Marcus sitting waiting for me, his face a mask of fear and worry. I ignored his questions and staggered up to my bedroom, despite the shower I still felt dirty but I knew that another shower would not change that.

Marcus followed me into my room, still asking me what had happened, where I had gone and what had been said. I was in no mood to talk so I just sent him on his way with a curt remark of.

“It’s done.”

He didn’t believe me.

Fuck, I didn’t believe me.