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shower. The controls on the four jets required an
engineering degree to figure out, but I managed to get them
working. It was like bathing in the rain. Each jet was set at
different pressure settings so that my whole body felt massaged. I
could have moved into his shower and been a happy girl.
    A noise from the main room startled my
thoughts. I rinsed the suds from my hair and clicked the water off
and strained to listen. It seemed too soon for Sean to be back, but
I could have sworn I heard… something . I had no idea
what.
    I heard it again. Like a boot tapping on
tile. I smiled. Apparently Sean had changed his mind about ordering
in. Good.
    I reached around the corner for my towel but
felt only cold tile against my fingers. I frowned and stepped out
of the shower room but my towel was gone.
    A game? I didn’t know what it could be
unless he wanted to see me wet and naked. I crossed the room
carefully so that the water I dripped everywhere didn’t make me
slip. I opened the closet to get another towel.
    The shelves were empty.
    I jerked my hands from the closet door like
it might start on fire. I didn’t understand and this didn’t feel
funny to me. It didn’t feel like something Sean would do it
all.
    I ran to the door and jerked it open but the
knob met resistance. Locked! I struggled with the knob and it gave
with a whine but not enough to open. I shook the door in its frame
as panic and adrenaline laced fear dumped into my blood stream.
    “Sean!” I screamed and pounded my fist on
the door. Suddenly my nakedness felt too vulnerable, too exposed.
Water made the floor in front of the door slick and dangerous and I
couldn’t gain purchase when I shook and yanked at the door. It
rattled but didn’t give.
    Someone had locked me in the bathroom.
    On the other side something crashed to the
floor with such riotous noise I immediately jerked my hands back
from the door and took a wobbly step away from it. The second crash
followed a first and beyond the fragile bathroom door someone was
tearing Sean’s apartment to pieces.
    Suddenly the locked door didn’t feel safe
enough either. In my panic I turned and slipped and crashed into
the tile floor, pain jarring my kneecaps up my thighs to my hips. I
cringed as I struggled to stand, but it was like trying to stand on
ice. Somehow I crawled over to the tub and wedged my body into the
space between it and the wall, as if that offered any protection at
all. Hiding in the little shower room made me feel nauseous - I did
not want to get trapped in there, even if out here was little
better.
    The noises continued, one right after the
other. Drawers dragged from their moorings and dumped on the floor.
A lamp yanked from a wall. A picture crashed to the floor to break
into a million pieces. The sounds were worse and clasping my palms
against my ears gave me no relief. The throb of pain swelled my
right knee where the skin had split against grout and the edge of a
tile, my terror pumping blood down my wet shin, but I didn’t make
any effort to stop it. I had to shut out the sounds of
violence.
    Something had happened at Zach’s office and
now something was happening at Sean’s home. That couldn’t be a
coincidence.
    Minutes of chaos stretched into years and I
almost didn’t recognize the silence when it finally came. The
silence was worse. I didn’t know what the silence meant. Were they
gone? Were they waiting on the other side? Would they come for me
next?
    And then in my panic I realized, they’d
already come for me. They’d been in the bathroom while I showered.
They’d crossed the room, stolen my towels, left me naked and
defenseless. Someone was terrorizing me on purpose.
    Sean. If he walked in on them, what would
they do? But if he didn’t come home soon, who knows what else they
might do?
    Hot tears welled in my eyes and I willed
myself not to cry, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t make a
sound though, other than my already panicked breathing. The hot
tears