Chapter 8 Exes Are B*tches and B*st*rd

Jenny's point of view.... Day 2

......Next morning

I opened my eyes and closed them back. It was morning but I did not feel like waking up. I wanted to escape reality, there was no way I could do that, only if I were dead. I thought about it, will being dead be better than being under the same roof with Zain? The latter was the best so I opened my eyes again and stared at my suitcase I left at the feet of my closet. I did not get to pack my clothes yesterday, hopefully, I will do it now before we leave. I don't believe we will be leaving so soon.

I yearned and let myself out of the bag.

"Morning Jenny, welcome to a brand new day, my love"

I said to myself and chuckled. Someone seeing me will think I was talking to another person. It's my way, I have always talked to myself like a third person since I was a teenager.

I walked to the closet and opened it wide and stared at the clothes in there. Most of them I bought myself, and at fifteen, mom stopped getting things for me. All she had to do was to give me money and I am good to go.

Having stared enough with no reason for staring, I started picking the clothes I know I will need at Reben Castle. While in the closet, I picked the ones that are not more revealing or sexy, mostly the less attractive ones. Like mom said, if Susan gets strong in a few months, probably two or three, I would not have to stay there anymore and my prayer is that she just has to be strong in three days so that I would not have a reason to stay in Reben Castle.

If I could actually stay three days, tolerating Zain, then I could do the rest. I just have to find a way to do it.

I got down with the packing when a knock came at the door.

"Come in, the door is opened"

I said with my back turned at the door.

"Good morning, Jenny. You did sleep well, right?"

I heard mom's voice behind me.

"Morning mom, I did sleep well. Hope you did too?"

"I did, my darling. I see you are up this morning, readying to leave your poor mother alone"

She said, a bit sadly.

I don't get it. She is sad now yet she is the one that threatened me yesterday.

"Mom, I will be back in a few months. You are saying this as if I am the one who is insisting on going."

I said, trying not to sound rude.

"Jenny, be ready soon enough so you both will leave early. I will just go and put up something for you to eat before leaving"

She said and left. I guess she left to escape my whining.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Sorry Mom I had to be like that"

I know I can be an asshole but I shouldn't take my aggregation on mom. if I should be angry with anyone it has to be Zain because he is my problem, not mum or Susan.

Having had enough of the quiet time to myself, I picked up my towel and walked into the bathroom to have my morning bath.

Normally, I would have taken up to thirty minutes but because I did not feel like it today, I rushed to the bath and I was out in a jiffy, looking fresh and clean.

I blindly walked into my room and when I opened it, Zain was sitting quietly on my bed, sizing me up. I cringed and almost yelled but when I remembered that mom is just a few inches away from my room, I stopped myself. She could come asking why I am yelling and would also find it rude to know it's Zain I was yelling at.

"What the hell are you doing in my room, Mr Zain Zidat?"

I asked with a low-pitched voice.

"This is my room and you don't have a right to be here."

I fumed further.

"I once had that right, what changed?"

"You must be insane to ask me that question. See, I am not known to be rude but get the hell out of my room. I don't want to see your ugly face around here"

I said, trying to simmer down. I have to for my own good. He can't be the reason I will be getting a headache. He is not worth it.

"I see you are more of a tigress than a lamb. I like what I am seeing. I was here to wish you, my beloved good morning. I know you don't like me but don't show it for the time you are going to stay with me and your sister. Pretend as if you never met me. It's a tip I am giving, I can be stubborn and annoying and annoying is what I do best. Getting under your skin will be a fun thing to do"

He said and smirked then stood up and walked out of the room.

My hands began shaking because of anger and I tried controlling it but I could not. This is what Zain does to me. He knows me so much that he knows the right buttons to press when it comes to me.

I wished I would not have to react to him and it would be the best thing. How can he still have this effect on me after three years?

I tried the breathing in and out process and I was fine in no time.

Too much for having an asshole as an ex. If it's his plan to drain me then he is a liar. I might not have gotten over him but still, he would regret ever breaking my heart. He is the one who is the loser, not me.

I slowly sat on my bed to be calmer before putting something on my skin. Exes are b*tches and b*st*rds.