Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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" Oh, and your phone won't stop ringing. I think it's your mom, Jess."
"I'll call her later."
He gives me a look I know well. The one I get when I put things off too long. But I don't have the strength to face my mother tonight. I want to have dinner and go to sleep without having nightmares, which isn't likely to happen if I bring too much stress. And my mom is the champion at getting it for me. When it's not my involvement in my studies that she's always wondering about, it's my sister.
I don't know who pisses me off more between her and Jena. The adult who acts like a teenager or the teenager who thinks she's an adult? I'm going to settle this once and for all and tell them to look for another pain sulfur. I pick up my phone. She answers on the first ring.
"Hi Mom, how..."
Where have you been? I called several times.
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
"Your sister is not well. I'm not well either."
Here we go again.
"You know we have bailiffs after us?"
"Bailiffs?! But I paid Jena's debts just yesterday."
"And the rent? Hm?"
"But I... I can't manage two rents, Mother. I don't get paid enough."
"And who's going to take care of it then? I don't work, your sister doesn't work. If your job doesn't pay enough, then quit! Even working on the street pays better."
I tell Chacha to leave me alone and he does so reluctantly. I'd rather he didn't witness what's going to happen. I know very well how it will end. Normally, I send a money transfer to my mother and everything is settled. But now I have nothing. I even asked Dani for an advance on my salary and I hope he will accept. If Chacha hadn't filled the fridge, I might even be starving. But, of course, my mother doesn't care about any of that.
"Would it kill you to ask me how I am? "
" Say it again! "
"Would it bother you to ask me how I am? I have problems too, Mom. But I don't blame it all on you."
"Oh, what kind of problems?"
"Everything! College, work..."
"If you're having trouble in college, it's because you're not working hard enough."
Excuse me?!
"Spend a little less time on your stupid social networks and you'll see."
"I do what I can."
"That's not good enough. Do better! You know what I sacrificed for your success."
