Janiya's POV
When I got home, exhausted, depleted of all my energy, to the point of feeling nauseous, I rushed to the bathroom and dropped to the floor over the toilet, throwing up. “The sight of him really does make me sick. I hate him! I hate him so much!” Sitting there in misery, crying buckets of tears, and dragging my tired, lifeless body from the floor, forcing myself to get cleaned up. So weak, all I could do was plop down on my bed, face-first into my pillow, and cry some more, uncontrollable sobs that shook my body like an earthquake.
“How could he be so low down and dirty!”
I couldn’t stop the fall of my tears that leaked from under my closed lids. All this reminded me that men can’t be trusted, and all I could do was lie there in my sorrow and cry until I fell asleep.
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