Jenny’s POV
The second Sara opens the front door for me, I sprint for my room while keeping my face hidden with my hair.
I head straight for the bathroom, strip off my clothes, and go into the shower.
I sit down and cry my eyes out.
For a long time.
I knew saying goodbye to my mom was going to be so hard, but I didn’t realize it will be so damn unbearable, painful, and heart breaking.
I will take the physical pain anytime compared to this emotional torment and torture.
It hurt me more than anything I have ever experienced in my entire life; and I experienced a lot.
Going toe to toe with hurt, there was indignation.
I was fueled with anger over this unfairness.
I was supposed to go with her.
I wasn’t supposed to say goodbye to her forever and come here to this prison.
