Jinx Crying Novels & Stories

The other guy has the broad build of a hockey player, but his face is bowed under his hoodie. And he's crying. A string of curse words is coming from Jax's mouth. "I don't give a single fuck, this is absolutely unacceptable, and I'm not goddamn happy about it..." What the hell? Is Jax cursing out this crying kid? I march over, my blue heels clicking against the floor. "Jax Kingston," I begin, "what do you think you're doing..." The younger guy looks up at me, startled. The sight of his face cuts off my sentence.

He wouldn't pay a single cent and stood there with his hands on his hips, looking completely self-righteous. "That jinx fainted at the company, so this counts as a work injury. Our family has no money." The company manager saw me writhing in pain on the hospital bed. Afraid I would die, he softened and helped cover the hospital fees. Dad left, leaving me barely alive. No one from the family came to see me. All I wanted was a little bit of love. How naive I was. After nearly dying, I realized I should have cut ties with them years ago. But if I left home just as pathetically as I'd lived there, I would be unworthy of the "jinx" nickname I'd been called for years.