Reyna rolled over in her dad's bed, glancing up at the light pouring through the window. She sat up and groaned, touching her forehead. She stumbled to the bathroom, turning the hot water on the shower as far as it would go, ignoring the cold handle completely. She grabbed a grill scrubber from under the kitchen sink and hurried back upstairs. She smiled at the steam that poured out of the bathroom door and gasped when she stepped into the shower. The water was unbelievably scalding. She stuck her hair under the shower head and grit her teeth as the water hit her neck like knives. Her skin tingled as she lathered shampoo into her hair. It was just so hot. She smiled and poured shower gel on the grill cleaner and took a deep breath before going to work on her arms. The steel bristles were rough and painful on her already stinging pink skin, but she just scrubbed harder. She had to feel clean again. She closed her eyes when the skin started to rip. After both her arms were scratched up and bleeding, she started on other parts of her body. The blistering water continued to beat down on her fragile skin and finally, when she was hurting everywhere, Reyna picked up the bottle of  shower gel and squeezed it into her mouth until it spilled over her chapped lips. She swallowed hard and smiled. Her hands shook as she twisted the hot water off and stepped out of the shower. She stared in the mirror. Her skin was red and blistery, covered in still bleeding cuts. But finally, since the first night her father had touched her, she felt clean.