Letting Whitney lather up his hair, he closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of someone touching him in a kind way. He'd mostly kept his back to the shower wall, subconsciously hiding the marks on his skin. Never before had he needed or wanted to hide injuries--though normally his injuries only lasted a week or two.
"I choked him. Tossed him in the lake. Told him he owed Elijah this much." To die. "I didn't tell him my name, or really even talk to him. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop hurting him if I talked to him."
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