Thursday, 10:41 A.M. EST
I wake up to Ren’s voice again today but don’t care enough to bat a sleepy little lash as I pull myself from sleep.
“Good morning!” I sing as I turn myself over on my bed.
Ren, who sits Indian style on her bed, turns to me surprised. She shoots me a smile anyway. “Well, good morning!” she says to match my tone. “You’re in a good mood this morning, huh?”
I stretch my body out, letting out a groan and keeping a smile the whole time. “I guess I am!” I say.
Ren gets up and pulls a shirt from her dresser. “And what do we have to attribute that to?” she asks, curiosity clear in her voice though she tries to make it seem nonchalant.
Yesterday’s events play out in my mind; Waking up finally feeling okay, my session with Evan, Ren’s confession of my superiority, and then the new voice in my head that stemmed from it all…
What happened because of it… I can’t help a voice from thinking.
I’ve never been able to go down on a guy, my childhood fucked that up for me. And it’s not even like it was the greatest or anything! Because I’d still rather get head, or get fucked than do it…
But there was a sense of power gained in finding that Jena has another weapon to play with.
“I’m just discovering a lot about myself here,” I respond after a few moments, truthful in my response. “I’m not doing too bad.”
Ren turns around, visibly narrowing her eyes before fixing it with a smile.
“I’m happy for you, Hayden,” she says with little emotion, but still friendly enough not to spark a battle.
I smile in response but say nothing out loud. In my head though, I can’t help but hear someone answer her.
And I’m sad for you, Ren. It says with a snicker.
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Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]
General FictionAfter running away to Pennsylvania and getting into trouble again, Jenalyn finds herself in a mental rehabilitation center. She's trying to straighten out her mind so that she can give her baby girl a shot at living a better life than she had. Jena...