Chapter 72 Cold

Desiree's POV I'm so lost in myself right now that I've locked myself in my room and gotten into the shower, where I'm letting the water flow over my body while my mind spins and As I think about what just happened to me; my breathing is heavy as I wailed, and I can feel the heat tears pouring down my cheeks. I feel the fear and tremendous hatred towards George; I trust him to be my friend and a boss, but he is not, and as a victim of him, I cringe and feel helpless when I think about the women he has truly raped. I can't believe a man like him would rape a woman forcibly and then tell her to quiet up or else he'll murder them. I sat on the cold, hard floor, holding my knees, till the door opened and Alexander lifted the shower curtain to find me in a miserable position. He puts a towel on me and carries me to my bed; I'm sobbing and panicking; I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way; perhaps I have a serious mental illness that needs to be resolved; it's not funny to be an almost ra