She sat in the shower, the room thick with steam, as near scalding water poured over her naked body. Her normally pale skin was bright pink, almost glowing, as heat rained down on her. She sobbed clutching her legs, oblivious to it all however, lost in her own swirling thoughts and the ever maddening buzzing of her phone on the sink. As if to punish her, it buzzed several times in a row, accompanied by dings of the messenger app.
The images of the night before wouldn’t leave her mind, nor would what she had saw on her phone. She had always been a good girl, faithful, playful perhaps but never dirty. She had had only one boyfriend in High School and while they had fooled around, she had never slept with him. It was old fashioned perhaps but in her mind, that was a gift to give her husband, or at least someone she thought could someday be her husband.
She had been so excited the night before, her first college party. She had worn a pretty dress, nothing to skimpy but she did expect or hope to turn some heads. Moving to the city, starting her degree, all this had been her first real taste of freedom and the real world, outside the bubble and safety net of her small town. She had headed out with friends, ready to tick off another first.