Raya
The morning after, and the lump hadn’t left my chest one bit. If anything, it seemed to have grown and filled whatever spaces that remained. It also didn’t help that this was the first time I was being slapped by Janna in a while. My mistake was that I had grown accustomed to not being hit by her.
“Are you deaf?! You’re supposed to hold the water bottle, like this! And is this how to hold a towel? You want me to contact your germs?!” She was screaming again, and I stared at the ground. The first slap stung, my cheeks burned from the impact.
“I would believe I’m speaking to a fool if you don’t raise your head at once!” She yelled again, and I adjusted the towel on my arms. She had turned it into a fabric holder, and had shoved her water bottle at me before I had a chance to grab it.
