A Deal With The Devil
Daniella
“Jake, stop it right now? This is my home, not a fighting ground. If you have a problem with Drake, you may leave. I won’t tolerate this behavior in my house,” yelled Mom, coming into the dining room in a fit of rage. With her face flushed and her hands on her waist, glaring at Jake, his days at our house were over. We all feared Mom’s wrath, and Jake knew about it, too.
His hands dropped to his sides, and he gave Mom a fake guilty look. “I’m sorry, Ellie. But aren’t you at fault here, too?” He tried hard to look like the victim, but I could see through him.
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