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 don't wait to rush to the door and open it. As if a force were drawing me to it. As if I knew she'd be there, behind it, waiting for me. That she'd throw her arms around me and kiss me. That she'd smile and tell me she'd fought for us. That she stood up to her mother and stayed with me.
Because that's what I want. I want her to choose me. I want her to choose us and never let go of my hand. Except she didn't. I couldn't find her. No, there was only Charly, looking lost, gently rubbing his red cheek. And from his wet, red eyes...I could tell something had happened. But what?
"Charly? "
I can see the immense sadness in his eyes. And, without even knowing why, I start to worry.
"Where is she? "
He doesn't answer right away. That worried me even more. I knew I should never have left her alone. From the start, I should have gone straight to her, without waiting. I should have listened to no one and followed my instincts. But instead, I took the risk. Stupid! I feel like a fool... But I can still make it up to her. She must have felt so alone and thought I was abandoning her. But if I find her and talk to her, she'll understand. Charly knows where she is, I'm sure!
"Chacha... "
Still no word from him. Instead, he steps forward and takes my hand. Surprised as I am, I give in. I want answers! So I watch as he opens the palm of my hand and slips in an envelope.
"She left this... "
"Oh... "
A tear passed alone. Because I don't need to open it to know what's inside. Squeezing it, I feel the pendant I gave her. The same pendant it took me so long to choose for her. Weeks... torturing my mind to find the one that would suit her. Especially for her. But I couldn't. So I made it myself.
It was so hard, but I told myself it would be worth it. That every time I saw it on her, I'd tell myself. Then I'd smile. But I can't smile now. Especially when I see it in pieces. I can feel them moving, shaking the envelope. Charly too.
"Her mom threw it on the floor...a few times. "
"Of course she did. "
I'm not that surprised. What wouldn't she do to hurt her?
"Jess is with her", I imagine.
"Yes. "
I can see he's holding back. His tears threaten to flow, like mine. But I'm not holding them back. I don't care if they do. I'm just afraid. Afraid she's gone. Afraid she's suffering right now, and I can't do anything about it. Because it's my job to protect her. I'm her DOM. Or, at least, I was...
What am I going to do without her? I need her and she needs me! I'm not going to leave her with her mother. It's out of the question!
