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Chapter 22 - Wasted by Summer Walker

Their summer break is ending soon. Jennie just came back from LA. She spent her summer vacation with her mom.

Yes. It's funny how a drunken and emotional call during the wee hours of the night had made Jennie crave for a mother's love.

She was a wreck. And she felt like calling the people who made her feel like that would somehow give her a little grasp of clarity.

No, she can't call the real reason who had made her feel like that. She just said goodbye to her that night.

Maybe in Jennie's subconsciousness, maybe trying to blame other people who hurt her would make her feel a little better.

Better than getting hurt from letting go of the first person you ever loved. Her Lisa.

And no matter how much she have strayed away from home, maybe asking for a cuddle near a cozy furnace will at least make her feel a little better.

That furnace is her mother's love. She hated how their family fell apart. How the littlest thing that held them suddenly broke them apart.

That littlest thing was her. She thought. If it wasn't for the plane accident. If she would just have trusted her parents. Maybe, they wouldn't even needed to face each other on court like they never lived in one roof.

Maybe Jennie blamed that everyone who loves her gets tired of her. That's why her parents chose to divorce instead of putting up with their family. Putting up for her.

Jisoo tried to reason with her drunk cousin. However, a drunk trying to comfort another drunk is just like a blind leading another blind.

They cannot get to a common ground.

Jennie called her mom. After so many years that they didn't talked. Not even knowing if it was still the same number she's using.

The line rang. Making Jennie hold her breath with tear soaked lashes.

Then the line answered. She heard a very familiar voice. The voice she hadn't heard for years but it's still sounds the same.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Jennie never called her. That's maybe the reason her mom hadn't had her number registered.

"Jennie?"

Jennie sucked in her breathe. How can her mom know that it was her? She cannot hold the sob she's been keeping at bay.

"Jennie, baby is that you? Why are you crying? Is something wrong?"

Her mom must must've known the number's country code.

"Mum." Jennie choked out the word she hadn't had the chance to know well growing out.

"My Nini. You called. I've missed you so much. I'm glad you finally called. But why are you crying, baby?"

Jennie smirked. Her mom sure has a good way of faking concern.

"I don't need your concern. I just want to ask you a question." She steadied her voice. Trying to be brave.

"But I am worried about you, honey. Yes, you can ask me anything you would like. Anything at all."

"Am I that hard to love, mum?" Even though Jennie tried to be strong, her voice croaked at her question.

This is it. Maybe she'll understand more if the answer came from someone as her own mother.

Maybe it's true. Maybe if both her parents chose to let her be alone, maybe she'll know for sure that she really is hard to love.

"Oh, sweetie. Had you been drinking? And no. Don't you ever think you are hard to love. Baby, I'm sorry."