**Justin's P.O.V **
How do I break the news to Jessie that she has to deal with those assholes for a full twenty-four hours? How she still loves them is beyond me. I leave my home office and head to our bedroom. When I walk in I see my honey laying in the bed reading and I can't help but watch her while she reads her way into her happy place "Didn't your moma ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" I snap out of my daze and see her smiling at me. I hate that I have to take away that beautiful sight. "No,but she did tell me that life is too short not to enjoy the things we find beautiful." She looks up at me with a smirk. "But on the real,we need to talk." She puts down her book and gives me her full attention. "About you parents-..." She cuts me off before I can start. "Look I told you I'm fine. Stop treating me like a kid,I can handle myself baby." "Jessica I'm well aware of that,but that's not the issue. Thomas called, they need to spend a night here until their suite is ready." At first all she does is blink,then comes the huge inhale of breath, and lastly the fake smile. "Okay,when?" I sigh and scratch the back of my neck, "Tonight." She looks at her hands then up at me and smiles. "I'll go prepare the guest room." With that she walks away from me. Here she goes again,being numb. It's not the first time.
**Jessica's P.O.V **
For as long as I can remember I've never been the type to cry. When I was a kid I would fall and giggle. When I went through breakups I just shrugged it off. When my pets died I simply buried them and got a new one. I can literally count the times I've cried on one hand: 1) When the woman who raised me died. 2) When Terry was murdered. 3) When Justin proposed. 4) When I graduated from college and 5) The first time I ever pulled the trigger. So tell me, why am I in the linen closet crying about my parents spending the night in our home? I'll tell you why,it's because I hate myself for continuing to love them. It's because I feel as though no matter how many degrees I have,cases I solve,or how much money I make,it'll never be good enough. Pull it together and get the fuck out of the closet.
As I finish the room I start to wonder.....why haven't I killed them yet?
