Holy shit.
Oh my God.
Is this really happening?
I stare at the stick in my shaking hand and set it alongside the others lined on my bathroom vanity.
“Jamie!”
I jump at Heather shouting my name on the other side of the door and banging on it.
“Are you alive in there?”
“Yes!” I shriek, fighting to control my breathing.
“What are you doing? You’ve been in there for over an hour!”
“I’m taking a shower.” I dig my nails into the vanity. Go the fuck away!
“I haven’t heard the shower running.”
“I mean, I’m taking a bath.”
“All right,” she says, making it known that she doesn’t believe me. “Have fun, taking your fake bath.”
I flip off the door in frustration.
How will I explain this?