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Zane had a special mission to accomplish. No one could find out that he's undercover. No one. But with those hazel eyes and her smart mouth he couldn't stay away from her. She was making him feel things he never knew it was pos...
Q: Do you have any trauma from your childhood that you haven't got over yet? You don't have to tell the reason if you're not comfortable...
****WARNING: Domestic violence...****
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It took me two days to sort out my thoughts. I kept thinking over and over again in my head why it bothered me so much that Zane was interested in my sister.
I visited my cousin over the weekend. She was my best friend despite her being 6 years older. I talked to her and told her everything from my mom to my interactions with Zane and how I felt.
After talking to her I understood why I was being so irrational.
Zane was handsome. It's normal to feel attracted to beautiful people. They have that charm.
Zane hugged me. Sometimes a stranger's hug can be comforting when you have a difficult time and he probably had a tough time.
Zane mocking me when we talked over the phone shouldn't have affected me. We were strangers. I should not feel bad about it.
Zane picking up my sister, well that was obvious. They were together.
So after my internal battle, I came to understand that the problem was no Zane but me. I was jealous of my sister. I've always been.
She always got everything she wanted and that included the people I was interested in. The same happened with the things I owned or my achievements.
Every time I achieved something, like for example graduating from college with a pretty decent GPA, she made sure that her grades were better. Even if she cheated.
So I was ready to get over my stupid thoughts and get back to reality. I had greater problems to deal with and being jealous of my sister was meaningless.
I played with my two nephews the whole weekend and I felt recharged. I even forgot for once that I left home and I was basically homeless.
Jessie, my cousin, offered me to stay with her but I declined because I knew she already struggled enough with her own problems.
Besides, my dad was getting discharged in a few days and we could live together. The money I monthly send him could be saved for an apartment and now that I no longer have to pay my mom, that also means more money that I can put into rent. My dad could also find a job and we could manage somehow.
