Screw Me Over ✔️

Jessica

What's up folks?! Tiffany thinks she's got it going on, huh? Well, probably not. But I'm glad y'all got to see her after a rude reality check.

Anyway, how do you think the charity ball is going to go for Tiff and Bryce? Do you think she'll eventually be with him?

Why do you think she's so jealous of Jessica and Jana? Doesn't she have all that she really wanted?

What about that Megan girl? Ugh, she's a super hater, right?

Well, we are back with another chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Jessica's turn to rip somebody apart...or maybe not! 😌

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story.

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫

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It was Christmas Eve night and I couldn't sleep to save my life. Jana's loud ass snoring kept me up, but I couldn't wake her up. If anything, I'd rather hear her snoring her ass off then her holding her knees up to her chest in the bed with her eyes widened in fear. That motherfucker better hope and pray he doesn't step foot around us because I'll bust my fist in his face. That damn Heath bastard had my vanilla drop scared for months after that.

Anyway, wasn't this supposed to be the night where I slept so Santa could come? Well, he'd probably leave me a few bags of coal underneath the tree with my name placed on them in bold and capital letters. With all of the fighting and cussing I've done this year, I've been terrible.

But I don't give two shits.

I want to say that people make me this way. This is all I've ever really known. This is my life. I have to be quick to anger and slow to calm down in order to protect my loved ones. Not just them, but myself too.

People say my personality is too much to deal with and I act out a lot. You know what I say to that?

"Good".

Maybe people will leave me the hell alone.

Now, where was I going with this?

Oh yeah. I couldn't sleep and didn't care about no damn gifts from Santa. He'd be lucky if he stepped foot in here and figured out we were all good. With everything that's happened and everything we've done; we were all on the naughty list and are all bad in Santa's eyes.

You know what we need? We need an adult Santa Claus. Yeah, I know he's already an adult, but that guy is for the kids. A nice sexy Santa with a couple of muscles and abs here and there wouldn't hurt. A Santa that looks sexy naked with a large dick, who's willing to pay our bills for a whole year, give us money, take care of our kids, and such. Is that asking for too much? If anyone needs a Santa, it's the adults.

Anyway, I got out of the bed and walked into the living room to find me something that would put me back to sleep. My eyes fell over the perfect thing. A small human was climbing up towards the kitchen island reaching for the decorated cookies that sat on a plate. Her little gray eyes were set on those little cookies that her and Rena made a few hours ago.

Once she licked her tiny lips and pushed herself higher to reach the cookie plate, I immediately asked "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

She turned her head to me with her eyes widened and fell to the floor. I couldn't help but laugh because she was just too adorable. Walking over to the shaken child, I picked her up and helped her into one of the tall kitchen chairs.

"Auntie Jess, you scared me. I just wanted a cookie because I'm sad. I can't sleep," she said as she lowered her head in sadness.

Something was keeping us awake and forcing ourselves to sleep wasn't an option for us. Looking at her, my heart felt sad a bit. She looked really upset. Usually, she's knocked out by now.