CLAIMING WHAT'S HER'S
232 Words
That evening, Leah stood in the doorway of her old bedroom—now transformed into Jane’s personal sanctuary. The once-warm space was unrecognizable, with pastel walls, elaborate furniture, and Jane’s belongings scattered everywhere.
Leah felt a surge of anger. This was her room, the last place that had felt like home. And now it was tainted.
She wasted no time. Grabbing a large box, she began throwing Jane’s things inside with swift, deliberate movements. Jewelry, clothes, perfume bottles—they all went flying into the box without care.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jane screeched from the doorway.
Leah turned, her expression unbothered. “Taking back what’s mine.”
“This isn’t your room anymore!” Jane stormed in, her face flushed with fury.
“It was never yours,” Leah shot back, her voice sharp. “This was my room, and you don’t deserve to set foot in it.”
Jane tried to grab the box, but Leah held her ground.
“Get out,” Leah demanded, her voice firm.
“Father will hear about this!” Jane spat.
“Go ahead,” Leah replied coolly. “I’m not afraid of him anymore.”
Jane hesitated, glaring at Leah before storming out. Leah locked the door behind her, breathing heavily as she leaned against it. For the first time in years, she felt a small sense of victory.
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