Zenia's POV
His words stung.
His words stung like a swarm of bees attacking you with their stringers because you've destroyed their beehive.?
I silently cried as I got into a cab and took out my phone to message my sister through my pouring tears and the tormenting chest pain.
Me:?Can you plz come over. I need u.
Big Sister:?Where r u now?
Me:?Cab. Omw home.
Big Sister:?OK. I'll see u soon.
I placed my palm on the security scanner before walking into the door. I flopped down on the chair, wiping away the tears which kept on coming.
My chest ached like if a ton of weight was pressing against it.
My breath shortened and I thought I was in a horror movie, being suffocated by the killer with a pillow over my face.
My lips quivered and I anxiously stared at the door, waiting for it to burst open and reveal my sister. She was the only person who actually knew how to comfort me. A sisterhood indeed.