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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I've forgiven Jena a lot. Every time she got me into trouble, I put my pride aside. Because that's my role as a big sister. It always will be! But sometimes I feel like a good slap won't hurt her. She and my mother don't know it, but Angel doesn't just jump me. He makes me work on myself. And I've realized that, even though my anxiety attacks are linked to my trauma, my family is still my main source of stress!
It's stronger than them! After what those monsters did to me...after my mother abandoned me and treated me like dirt, I tried to survive as best I could. I surrounded myself with things that lifted my spirits, like Kpop. Or people. But every time I found something I cared about, they always found a way to destroy it. In the worst possible way, of course! What's the point if I don't suffer along the way?
But this is the last straw. I don't care that Jena called Dani. Just like I don't care about the drugs she was carrying. But I do have a problem with her motives. I know her! She wanted Angel to find Dani and me. And the way she walked me around that night, it could have even been her plan all along! There's no way!
I won't let anyone touch Angel.
"You okay, Jess?"
Dani panics as she sees my eyes darken. But I don't answer. He can go fuck himself too! Instead, I pull out my phone. I dial Jena's number. But, of course, there's no answer. No problem! I dial my mother's and wait for her to answer. I have to admit, it's weird to call her without feeling the slightest bit of fear. Usually, as soon as I hear my phone ring and her number comes up, I panic. I never answer right away. I stop for a moment and see if I've done anything wrong during the week.
Something stupid, or something I said that might have upset her. I go over everything in my head that could make our discussion tense and unpleasant. Because my mother takes everything too much to heart. She has a tendency to speak without restraint and throw the worst garbage in my face. And then apologize. Well... apologize is a big word! It seems I take things "too much to heart", according to her. But, today, don't let her expect to hear a frightened daughter.
"Mom."
She senses the coldness in my voice.
"Is everything all right?"
"You tell me!"
"Wha..."
"Where's Jena?"
"I thought she was with you..."
Is this a joke? Yet a giggle escapes me.
"Why doesn't that surprise me...", I chuckle.
"What doesn't?"
"You couldn't be a mother to me. And you can't even make it up to me with Jena...."
"Excuse me?!"
So far, she's been calm. But my peak is upsetting her. Her first recourse is always intimidation, of course.
