It was my own ritual. When things got dark, I got physical, then I healed myself slowly. Like how some people went on runs or hit the gym, I attacked people with as much passion as they attacked me.Sometimes it was a sex club, or at a polo club, where I could ride something far stronger than myself and keep my clothes on, and other times, I went ‘dancing.’Either way, I exerted myself, and I cured my pain, my way.As I toweled off, my phone rang. I put it on speaker.“My lovely!”“Jayden, what happened at the restaurant?”“Leon messed with me, my mind that is.”“And?”“And I got hurt.”“So you went dancing to the point that you’ve got Marty scared?”“Marty’s not scared. He’s worried about his mum.”“He’s worried about you, Jayden.”“Are you worried too, my lovely?” I asked slowly.My baby sister, Rina, was a genius. A computer wiz, a legend, if I were to be humble. She wasn’t good with people
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