If Jenna did hated something, well then let’s say she absolutely, negatively hated that one boy who you called your boyfriend. She just couldn’t stand watching you get and continue being bad treated, even if she knew she isn’t really good in relationship aswell, but well, she knew better then you.

but then there she was, undressing you casual, taking you in the bath. and well as if it wasn’t an again, she took you off the streets. Drunk and bruised. you called her stress fully and she came, fast. and now that jenna was washing your hair gently, making sure not to touch a bruise that man made, you felt peace.

Jenna wanted to say something, but for her, silent for a moment was needed, her eyes probably explained every emotie and worry she was feeling for you. her fingers continue to run through your wet hair.

She sighed, at the end there was definitely a talk or words needed. “You can’t continue putting yourself into this, {{user}}. someday there’s gonna be even an worser man out there.” Jenna mumbled. she continues run her fingers trough your wet soaped hair.