Forty seven

After taking her bath, Jasmine settled on her bed. Looking at the roof, thought about Donovan and the fight began to come back. His words hurt her a lot. All he said penetrated her heart and broke it into millions of pieces.

Jasmine didn't know what to feel anymore, whether love or hatred for him. Even, he confuses her with his two-time attitude. One time he was the sweetest, talked to her well, touches her, and treats her well. However another time he was a complete asshole. A man who called her a dancer.

She hated what she was feeling, the love. She hated it so much and it hurt her deeply. One of the hardest things in the world was falling in love with someone who would constantly hurt you.

“Jasmine, you have a visitor!” Maria's voice called from the living room.

Jasmine sat up, she looked at the door wondering who could have come to visit her. After thinking about it for some minutes, she picked herself up from the bed and went to the living room.

On getting there, she couldn'