Janiya's POVWhen I got home, exhausted, depleted of all my energy, to the point of feeling nauseous, I rushed to the bathroom and dropped to the floor over the toilet, throwing up. “The sight of him really does make me sick. I hate him! I hate him so much!” Sitting there in misery, crying buckets of tears, and dragging my tired, lifeless body from the floor, forcing myself to get cleaned up. So weak, all I could do was plop down on my bed, face-first into my pillow, and cry some more, uncontrollable sobs that shook my body like an earthquake.“How could he be so low down and dirty!”I couldn’t stop the fall of my tears that leaked from under my closed lids. All this reminded me that men can’t be trusted, and all I could do was lie there in my sorrow and cry until I fell asleep.Some time later, I was disturbed by my phone ringing. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table and moaned. Reaching to answer the phone.“Hello…”“What’s the matter, Janiya? You sound awful.”I swallowed seve
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