Jenny’s POV
I sit outside in the freezing cold, on the outer staircase that leads to god knows where.
I sit there, bury my head between my knees, and let out another series of sobs. I thought I had no more tears in me when I poured my soul out in that shower, but apparently I have an unlimited source that will probably never run out.
My right arm was still stinging from the vicious tight grip Alex had on it. and it didn’t help that he was unknowingly pressing on one of my bruises so hard.
The only thing that consoled me was that now, I was sure I had at least one person on my side in this house.
At least she was willing to stand up for me and keep him from hurting me more.
But what about when we are alone in his room? Who’s going to save me from him then?
Was the dessert thing
