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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"Jess's mother...we could get rid of her too. I've killed people for less. "
Although my mind is elsewhere, I turn to him and, like my mother, give him a look full of incomprehension.
"What? Tell me you haven't thought about it... "
"Don't worry Bambino, Deimos is joking. "
My mother tries to make up for the awkwardness with a broad smile, but Deimos still doesn't understand that it's time to shut up.
"I was serious...Ouch! "
It's a punch that puts his mind right.
"He's just kidding! "
"Does it matter? "
My voice is more brittle than I'd like. But I'm not in the mood for tweeking. I feel my blood boiling and my fists clenching, alone, as I imagine her in this room. I don't like knowing that she's alone, defenseless, facing up to her heartless genitrix. And I like knowing even less that there's nothing I can do about it. I can't move from here.
It made the situation worse. I've heard it a hundred times. Yet my mother feels the need to repeat it to me, moving closer. Then she runs her hand through my hair. She does it every time she's about to upset me, as if I'm still that kid who can't take no for an answer.
"Bambino...you know I support you, whatever you decide to do. "
"I know. "
"But... "
I freeze.
"But what? "
Her little face doesn't reassure me.
"Mama! You're not going to start too! "
"I haven't said anything yet... "
"Really? "
I jump out of my chair and take a few steps to calm down. They're driving me crazy!
"Between the other weirdo who wants to kill his mother and you who... "
"I know. "
"What the hell did you come here for if you're just going to push me over the edge? "
"I'm not going to answer for the 'weirdo'...but me, I'm here to support you. "
"It doesn't look like it! "
"Hey! Don't get mad at me! Ti assicuro che non vuoi vedere una madre italiana arrabbiata! (I assure you that you don't want to see an angry Italian mother!) "
She's got a point. The truth is, she doesn't have to put up with my bad mood. Especially since she's not the cause. Not at all! But I had the impression, for a second, that she was ganging up on me. I already know what I'm supposed to do with this situation. But I don't need to be told again, and especially not by her. She who knows how much I love Jess.
