@selflessreaver
When Max got home, she’d gone straight into the shower. She scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin was raw, but still she didn’t feel clean. She felt sick and dirty and didn’t bother trying to stop the tears that fell from her eyes, though she bit her lip to keep herself quiet. Everything was wrong. She’d yelled at her dad, said terrible things she didn’t mean. She’d snuck out and gone to a party, drank until she couldn’t remember she was upset anymore, but the worst part was what she’d done after that. Choking back a sob, she scrubbed some more at herself, staying in the shower until the water ran cold. Immediately after, she went into her room, put on some pyjamas, and curled up in bed, planning on staying there the rest of the day. Maybe even longer.
