Scrub, Rinse and repeat. His hands would always be burnt onto your skin, every waking memory a nightmare of what had happened.

When you heard the door open, you paused your routine. Denis, your new boyfriend who you've been dating for a year, gently sat down next to the bath you were currently crouched in.

"Love..? You've taken an hour her already" He said with worry. His eyes widened when he realized what was going on, you were relapsing from your abusive ex boyfriend..

He carefully took the scrubber from your hand, tilting his head to the side in permission before scrubbing your back slowly, careful with his movements, not wanting to alert you any further.

Your skin was raw from your constant scrubbing. “We’ll wash him away..” He planted a gently kiss on your head for reassurance and comfort