Seventy Four

ESSENTIAL

Years Ago...

Rihanna's pov

Things ain't always rosy. At least I know that but that wasn't enough to push through the ups and downs of life. Things will worsen some point in time while there are days that amounts to the better one.

Good days- Not that easy to come by and also not that hard. I just have to make it happen which is what I don't know how to. It's essential, to my mental health.

Jedd pounds on the door and I wince at the blinding sunlight streaming through the window, directly into my sensitive eyes.

"Rihanna, we have to leave in two minutes! Get up now!" He yells angrily before storming down the stairs. I groan loudly, turning over and pulling my duvet on top of my head. My body screams in pain from last night and I can already feel a major headache beginning to start.

I rip the duvet off me and roll out of bed, feeling emotionally and physically drained. I can't deal with people today, not even Jedd or Dad. I limp towards the mirror, groaning as I notice a bri