Chapter 9
The first thing Jane thinks as she wakes up the next morning.
Dammit.
The tile floor may be about as inviting as a brick wall, but at that moment Jane could have lay there all day.
The clock read 1:00am, a time that Jane is usually struggling to sleep after a hard evening. Rain pelted down on the roof, the soft pings rocking her into a deep thought.
She gingerly opened the back door, letting the screen clang against the house not even bothering to worry about Howard.
Rain soaked her shirt, skimmed her hair and glazed her face. The rain acted as the tears she never was allowed to cry.
A sob escaped her chest, raking her body in shutters. The whole reality finally crushed down on her.
She crouched down on to the balls of her feet, thinking maybe getting closer to the ground would make her feel a part of something. She clasped her hands together, intertwining her fingers and straightened her arms out in a makeshift prayer.
She tipped her head back hoping someone somewhere would answer for her. Her body was shivering but the words seemed to heat her body as she said them aloud.
“Let me go,” she whispers. “Just let me go.”
Pain finally takes precedent over her sought-after religion, and she collapsed in the mud.
As she starts to fade away she almost hears an answer.
Almost like a distant plea but it’s lost in the wind and rain.
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My Name is Bitch
RomanceJane lived in a broken home, a broken family and walked to school every day with either her heart broken or her ribs. Sometimes both.
