Chapter 3
by 
Impresting_
What's next?
But it’s not there
You reach for the towel and find nothing there. You try to think, was it there before? Was one of your brothers messing with you?
Eh, fuck it. You try to dry yourself the best you can before stepping out of the shower. You brush your teeth and walk back into your bedroom. Still wet you look around for something to dry off with. With no success you crack your door and poke your head out.
“Mom!” You yell towards the stairs. “Mom can you run me up a towel?!”