Talia by Daniel Volpe

Author:Daniel Volpe [Volpe, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-24T22:00:00+00:00

Talia stood in the small shower and cried. The hot water was scalding, but not hot enough to burn away what just happened. The fires of Hell couldn’t purify that. Blood, still fresh and wet in most spots, ran down her body. She watched through blurry eyes as it swirled down the drain.

The large bathroom was meant for all the workers who used to inhabit the warehouse. It was industrial, with stalls and urinals set up along one of the walls. Another smaller room was the locker room. It had ancient, peeling gray lockers and a handful of showers. When the warehouse was functional, these were rarely used, but since Mike’s boss had taken over, they’d seen some action.

Talia stifled a cry, willing her tears away as she heard the door open. Footsteps padded across the tile floor, but they sounded like bare feet. They stopped outside of her shower stall. Talia cupped her hands in the water, letting it pool and splashed her face.

“Talia,” Ingrid said from the other side of the curtain.

Talia steeled herself, gently clearing her throat. “Yeah,” she said, grabbing a bottle of cheap shampoo. She put a generous amount in her hands and lathered it into her black hair.

Ingrid peeled the curtain back, looking at the naked and sudsy woman.

Talia could feel those ice-chip eyes on her, but did her best to pretend they didn’t exist. She continued to lather her hair; eyes closed to avoid getting any in there.

“Are you ok?” Ingrid asked.

‘No, I not fucking ok. We just murdered a man and had sex in his fucking blood,’ Talia thought, rinsing her hair. She slicked her hair back and stepped away from the water.

“I’m fine,” she told Ingrid and grabbed a fresh bar of soap and washcloth. She smiled at the big woman, knowing it was bullshit. She was far from fine and she didn’t know where to go from there. Maybe Simone had been right to get out, if that’s even what happened. At first it had been fun and adventurous, having sex with attractive guys and girls, stretching her sexual boundaries and above all, getting paid. It was no longer fun. Within the last two days, Talia had horrifically scarred a man (consensually) and now been involved in a murder. She couldn’t go on like this.

Ingrid looked her up and down, as the washcloth cleansed her of gore. Ingrid hadn’t taken a shower yet. Her face and hair were still a mess; both brown and red like she was wearing war paint.

“Ok, that’s good to hear. I’m going to clean up and then Mike and Sally are going to take us home.”

Talia attacked a stubborn bloodstain on her arm, ignoring Ingrid.

“Talia,” Ingrid growled, her impatience clear, “did you hear me?”

She looked up at the blood-masked woman. “Yeah, loud and clear.”

Ingrid closed the curtain. “See you in a few,” she said, her big feet slapping the tiles as she walked to her own shower stall.

Talia listened to the water turn on.

Ingrid hummed a happy tune while she bathed.

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