Broke, brokenhearted, and damn near homeless, Jennica Frost can't seem to catch a break. But when she moves back into her childhood home and takes a job at her Mother's antique store, life begins to get really bizarre. Can a ragtag group of mystical...
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Jennica's POV
It's Monday morning and I've just stepped out of the shower when I hear my mom calling for me from outside the ensuite door. "Jennica, honey, Can you come out here please?"
I wrap a towel around my hair and one around my body before stepping into my bedroom where I see my mom sitting on the edge of my bed, a worried expression on her face. "You okay, mom? What's the matter?" I ask her as I make my way over to her.
"Have you spoken to Chris at all since you left on Friday?"
"Briefly, just to tell him that Ariel would be over to get my things. Why?"
"He's downstairs in the kitchen, and he says he's not leaving until you speak with him."
The nerve of this prick.
I turn away from my mom and make my way into my large walk-in closet, hollering over my shoulder, "Well, I'm not speaking to him, mom, not now, maybe not ever. So, please, just get rid of him." Chris Phillips can go and fuck himself all the way to hell as far as I'm concerned.
Hot on my heels and having none of my attitudes, as usual, I hear my mom whisper-yell behind me, "Jennica Frost! I am not getting rid of him. You need to deal with this and you need to deal with it now. You can't keep avoiding uncomfortable situations. You can't keep avoiding him."
I turn and see the softness in her eyes and I know she's right, "Okay mom, but still, I'll be damned if I let him try and turn this around on me..." my voice trails off as my mom steps to me and wraps me in a hug, "That's my girl. You can reach me on my cell later if you need me."
"Wait! You're leaving?" I stomp my foot and she raises her eyebrow, "Yes. Your dad and I are taking the trailer back over to Rocco's. We have to clear out the units we purchased at the locker auction by noon today."
"Okay. So I take it you guys made out alright then?"
"I think so, but we'll know more once it's all back in the shop and we can get it sorted. We bid on three but only made it out with two, which is good considering the one was a little steep."
"Well, I'm sure it'll hold all sorts of goodies perfect for Everly's Treasures."
"Thanks, honey, I've got a good feeling about them both." As she turns to open the door, she hesitates for a second, sighing she speaks quietly, "Jennica, in order to regain control over your life you need to start facing your issues head-on, darling, it's the only way. And you know this is on Chris, not you, don't you dare let him guilt you."
"Thanks, mom."
She blows me a kiss before stepping out into the hallway and pulling my door closed behind her. With a sigh of resignation, I head back into my ensuite to blow dry my hair and put a little makeup on my face. As far as I'm concerned, Chris can wait all bloody day down in that kitchen, for all I care.
