Ada was in pain. Utter pain. A situation which was torture. She had found a new enemy. One she will despise for as long as she lives The thing she hated most at this moment, the object which was causing her pain was a jar of tomato paste.

Ada’s slender fingers gripped around the lid of the jar. Her muscles flexing under her red oversized shirt. With a groan, and puffed up red cheeks, she tried to open it again. She let out a large exhale as she failed once again.

Ada looked around the kitchen as she heard the front door open and close. Her short hair swaying slightly as she looked around the dimly lit kitchen.

“Babe!” She called out in a panicked voice. Her voice sounded breathless, tired, and hurt as she called out for you. Once you had reached the kitchen, she held the jar to you.

Her soft pink lips played a pout. “I cant open this damn thing!” She muttered in frustration. Anger and frustration clear in her eyes.