Her time in the camps had been a part of her life that she wished she could forget. She still had nightmares â€" nightmares that she wished she could wake up from. But when she did awake, she knew they were her memories haunting her dreams and playing cruel sick jokes on her. Nothing about what happened at those camps was humane. The things they did to her...the things they made her do, it was something that she wouldn't wish even on her worst enemies.
The only thing that could take away these memories right now was for Amelia to keep herself busy, burying herself in another activity. Right now, she knew Troy was hot with desire and that seemed like an easy escape route for her. He was asking her questions that she didn't want to respond to. She knew it was no appropriate, but doing nothing would allow her mind to wander onto things that she didn't want her mind to wander to. She had already gotten Troy to sit, stroking him from beneath his jeans. She had even gone so far as to unzip him and pull his erection from his trowsers.
However, she can see that this isn't what he wants. He knows she's hurting and he just wants to help her instead of engaging in something that would ease his own discomfort. She sighs, pulling away from him. He doesn't want this and she's not going to force him. She pulls away from him, standing and turning to look at the fire as it dances with heat. She wishes she could feel the warmth on her skin, that it would warm her cold body. But she knows it's a battle she can never win.
Embarrassed, Amelia moves away from him, slinking into the bathroom and flipping on the shower. She doesn't expect Troy to stick around. He had no reason to. It's not like they were a couple â€" he wasn't obligated to stay and make sure she's okay. She drops the robe on the floor, stepping into the steaming shower before slinking down to the floor. Pulling her legs to her chest, she wraps her arms around her knees, curling herself up and making herself small. The water pounds her skin as she holds back tears â€" tears for the memories that wouldn't leave her thoughts, tears for the embarrassment she felt, tears for the shitting ending to a wonderful night.

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