Zenia's POV
Two Weeks Later.
"Zenia, get your ass up and get out of that bed right now!" My sister yelled as she drew the curtains open. The rays of sunlight hit my face instantly. I rolled to the other side of the bed with a growl.
"Leave me alone."
"Girl, I'm not playing with you. You've been groveling in your misery for days with the same clothes on. You look like a hobo! Get up, clean yourself up and go do something with your life!"
She pulled me out the bed and pushed me into the bathroom. She turned the shower on me and I hooted like an injured owl as the cold water washed over me. I quickly switched the water temperature and glared at her. She did that on purpose.
"Have a nice bath." She said before she left.
After my forced shower, I felt somewhat better. I had been crying for days. I ate nothing. I did nothing. I stayed locked up in the bedroom, in bed, crying my eyes out over him and feeling sorry for myself.
Why I had to be such a damn fool?