She gave him one more little squeeze to his hand as a thank you and then set out to the restroom. She was in there for half an hour just looking at John's handiwork. It didn't sting anymore as much until she got into the shower. The rain pellets bit her skin and she turned her back to the shower head. Eventually, when she calmed down the water eased her tense muscles. It calmed her. She spent another half an hour just trying to brush all the thoughts out of her head without more tears. John didn't deserve anymore of her tears.
She returned in a change of clothes, less classier than anything she usually wore. Long flannel pajama bottoms and a boyish tank top. She didn't feel she needed to impress anyone. All her make-up was gone, her hair damp on her shoulders. Cleaned up Richard would be able to see just how hard John had hit her. She padded softly into the kitchen. "I didn't mean to be in there so long," she spoke taking a seat at the counter.