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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Suggested music: Pray- JRY
......
He may have every reason to be angry, but that's no reason!
"What about Jena?"
"She's staying here!"
"I won't leave her, Angel. You can be mad at me if you want, but...she..."
"She's what? She's innocent? Don't get on my nerves, princess."
Chacha tries to intervene but I give him a sign. He understands and gets into the car, instead.
"I'm not going anywhere without Jena. She can't stay here!"
"Still, there's no place safer than a police station...for a delinquent like her."
"I won't allow you."
"Why won't you? Isn't that what she is?"
He's getting so close that I have to step back several times and look down.
"What? You lost your tongue?"
"No, I don't like you so...aggressive. You're more Seth than Angel right now."
"Oh."
Seth pauses for a moment and smiles. But it's even less reassuring. I preferred it when he threatened me with his eyes, at least I knew what to expect.
"In that case...", he throws open his arms. "Come here!"
Seeing that I don't make up my mind, he pulls me into his arms and squeezes me. I close my eyes. Even though I know he's seething with rage behind my back, I needed to feel him. I needed to touch his body to calm myself. I want him to know.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I didn't plan for the night to end like this."
"Hmm."
"I wanted to call you but...things got out of hand. Don't leave me..."
I hold him tighter. He can hate me if he wants to, but I need him to stay.
"I've only left you a day and a half."
"I know you did. I'm sorry. I just..."
I can't see the expression on his face, but something tells me he doesn't give a damn. Maybe the flippant tone of his voice or his crude words.
"Talk to me Angel, please...," I almost beg.
"Talk to you to tell you what? Do you know what it felt like to get that call? Do you know what it felt like to imagine for a second that something had happened to you?"
His words bring back the tears and I hold him tighter. I don't want him to see me like this.
"At the end of the day, I don't give a damn if you got drunk or were stupid enough to follow your sister. But how could you put yourself in such danger?"
