CLAIRE'S POV
Seeing Jenny trembling in anger brought back a lot of hurtful memories, memories buried deep in my heart.
Three years ago, I had been in the same hell as Jenny was.
Betrayed, bullied, and lied to for three years. That kind of hatred? It runs deep, you never forget.
Sighing deeply, I drifted back to reality and patted her gently on the shoulder. "Jenny, it's time we made those bastards pay for what they did to us. Don't you think so?"
“Yes… They need to pay for what they did to us,” She mumbled through gritted teeth.
We remained in silence for a few minutes with Jenny returning back to painting as a way to let out her anger. I watched her silently until it was time for me to leave.
With a gentle tap on her shoulder and a nod, I made my way out of her apartment and towar
