Chapter 42: The Angel That Won't Do

I find Jason the next day inside my room. He's twirling one of my neck pieces around a finger, dressed pretty much the same way he was yesterday.

I don't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence, or asking how he found his way inside my room. Or talking about the ostentatious display he pulled this morning.

I simply open my closet to pick a shirt and boxer shorts, then go to the bathroom, not bothering with the lock since he can pick it anyway. Then change my mind and lock it.

I enter the bathtub and close the curtains. Warm sprays of water hits my skin the next instant.

The lock turns after some minutes, and acute disappointment rushes through me. Disappointment that I could tell this was going to happen.