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Mariah was one of the few people who could pull that off — silence that didn’t need to be filled. After a moment, she nudged me again. “You want to grab milkshakes? You look like you need sugar and sarcasm.” I laughed softly. “Tempting, but I should probably go home and do homework.” “Ugh. Fine. Be responsible. I’ll just go drown my concern for you in whipped cream.” She opened the driver’s door, then glanced back at me. “Hey, Jess?” “Yeah?” “You’re stronger than you think. You’ve just been surrounded by people who don’t realize it yet.”

“God, you still do that.” “Do what?” “Turn everything into something you can control.” I bit my lips. Part of it was true. I dragged a hand through my hair roughly. “Jess.” Her expression shifted slightly at her name. “You should’ve stayed gone,” I muttered. Jess went still before sliding off the desk slowly. “You don’t mean that,” she said quietly.

And Maura too, since the smile on her face had now been replaced with something that looked a lot like fear. “Jess. How lovely to see you again.” I forced out as I turned to face her. “How is your service to the Murphys going? Are you having a good time with them?” “Talking bad about the same man you were dying to work for is just crazy.” I was fighting to keep my temper in check. “I’d be careful what I say if I were you.” “But you’re not.” Jess laughed. “I thought it was mere speculation how well you two know each other, but now that he’s dropping you off at work and all, I can tell that there’s more to it than just speculation.”

“Why would you do this?” Jessy’s smile grow, her eyes shimmering with cruel satisfaction. “Because I wanted everything you had. It's about time I take it.” Lyra shook her head, her vision blurring with tears. “I trusted you… I loved you like a sister.” Jessy smirked. “You were a fool, Lyra. And now, you’re going to pay for your foolishness.” Before Lyra could react, Jessy lunged forward, her hands gripping Lyra’s arms with a strength that made her gasp. Lyra struggled, panic rising in her chest, but Jessy’s grip was unrelenting.

She could only sing. I held your hand to the end I sang those songs for you Just to see you through Did they see you through? It's all your baby girl could. Jemmy couldn't understand why it had to be this song that played at the moment... Why wasn't it some other song? Why did it have to be this? She couldn't help but wonder... 57 Seconds I just counted hopelessly Please let him breathe. This verse recounted those moments of desperation faced by the singer... When she wished she had superpowers to just let her Dad breathe...

Lucas said, putting his hand on her other cheek. "I just have to get ready for the next abortion, I’m... I’m fine, I’m under no illusions, not anymore," Jess said in all honesty. "Whatever will be, I’ll be with you, okay? Now stop crying and ruin those pretty green eyes of yours. It’ll be okay," I said, hugging her. Jess picked up her nose and wiped her face as she let herself be hugged, "Sorry if I was a bitch," she said. "Never mind, I was a bitch too"

Daniel stated authorizatively in other to get her obedience. " Hahaha! Ooh please! Jessy laughed out sarcastically." " Sometimes I hate you, but love you still! Tell me you moron, haven't I waited for you for so long to be mine? Why do you choose to send me away, listen fool, I give you only tonight to make love to me and be mine or else I will go for another! Moron with nonsense ego!" Jessy screamed out loud and went for another bottle of whiskey. " Huh!" Daniel was taken aback by her confession, but somehow his mouth curled up in a smirk.

Smiling, she picked up her phone and texted her a message. "And the answer to the last, unanswered question is... yes. If Mr. Murphy asked me to, I'd take you in there, lay you down, and eat your pussy until you screamed my name." Smiling, she set her phone down and smiled, not looking as Taylor picked it up. A second later, she looked over, seeing Taylor blushing, but laughing. Jessie winked and went back to work. After lunch, Mr. Murphy took off early and told the girls that they could do the same. Taylor said she had some work to catch up on, so Jessie stayed a bit late.

I muttered, the words sinking in. Jess crossed her arms. “Yeah, well, we’ll see who’s still standing when we open our second location.” I looked at her, and despite the irritation boiling inside me, I smiled. Jess always had my back. “Thanks, Jess.” She flipped her hair. “Please, you don’t need to thank me. I’m just pissed that I can’t punch her in the face. God! I wish I could punch that old hag in the face and just ughh.” She threw her hands in the air, punching God knows what.

“I’m planning a playlist for the ride. It’s going to start with ‘Promiscuous Girl’ and end with ‘Careless Whisper’—for tension.” Ethan, still standing there with the folder, cleared his throat with the final shreds of his dignity. “I can hear you,” he said dryly. Jessy leaned toward him, grinning like the devil in lip gloss. “And yet, you didn’t deny it.” I was officially dead inside—but also sort of thriving. Once Ethan retreated with his pride barely intact and Jessy flounced off to her temporary desk (still giggling), I collapsed into my chair, covering my face with both hands.