GENESIS
I just finished having my bath for the fifth time that day. And it wasn't even time for dinner yet. I applied lotion, packed my hair into a bun and wore a sleeveless. I was bored and I had to think of what I could do with my life.
I stood at the mirror admiring myself when the door forcefully opened and I turned away from the mirror to look at who could walk into my room that way only to be met with Jordan's hateful eyes. My bones went cold and I immediately stole a glance at my arm, the place he had hurt me. They were a faint pink from the last time I had seen him.
"What are you doing here?" I couldn't help but ask. Not out of bravery but out of fear, fear of being hurt again. He said nothing, instead he walked deeper into the room and stopped exactly in front of me. He stared
