Page 3 of Blinded By Love

I keep my eyes on his, trying not to get lost in the beautiful specks of gray and green in them. I hate how pretty his eyes are. He shouldn’t be gifted with such amazing looks with an awful personality like that.

I see his eyes go down to my lips, making me lick them. I’m suddenly hot and I wonder if it’s because he is so close to me and his body is radiating heat. I feel him lean closer and I’m frozen in this moment, not daring to move. He is looking down at me like he suddenly thinks I have the answer to everything he needs.

He is so bipolar because how can he hate me one second and want to kiss me the next.

Boys are so stupid.

And when his breath hits my cheek, my phone vibrates from my bag. The boy looks down at my bag before looking up at me. He pushes himself off of me, making me suddenly feel cold.

“Remember what I said. What’s your name?” I don’t say anything, making him come closer to me again.

Before he touches me I say, “Jaclyn.”

“Jaclyn what?”

“King.”

He nods his head. “Better be lucky I never see you again,” he says before leaving from the alleyway.

He better hope I never see him again.

Fucking asshole.

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Jaclyn

“Now let’s see what we have here,” the woman says as she takes my palm in her hand.

The woman has dark black hair with streaks of gray running down the length. She’s wearing a red vest and a black cardigan. Just looking at her you can tell she is someone who would be a psychic. Especially with those necklaces she’s wearing that run down between her chest. On her website it said her name was Madga.

I’ve never been to a psychic before and since I’m leaving for Arizona in just a couple of days, might as well know what I’m getting myself into.

“Jaclyn you said your name was?” she asks and I nod my head making her look at my palm. “Jaclyn, Jaclyn, Jaclyn. You didn’t give me much information when you made this booking. Tell me about your home life.”

“I live with my mom. I am moving out soon. I’ll be living with my uncle in Arizona. I don’t have any siblings and my dad isn’t in my life.”

“Why isn’t he in your life?”

The palms of my hands start to sweat as I think about him. He didn’t only break my heart but he changed me as a person entirely. He ruined me and for that I can never forgive him, especially after the many chances I gave him.

“There are a whole bunch of reasons why he isn’t in my life. It’s not just something simple that can be forgiven.”

“I see. There is something else though, isn’t there. Not about your dad but about you. Something that is a huge part of your life.”

I look away from my palm and look at Madga. She isn’t looking at me though. She has her eyes closed as she gently rubs my palm in soft strokes.

“I have type 1 diabetes. When I got diagnosed in middle school, it changed me as a person.”

“There it is.” Madga smiles and she opens her eyes to look at me. “You’re moving because you want to have a sense of freedom. Living with your mother is killing you slowly. You need to get away and find something that makes you happy.” She furrows her eyebrows but keeps her eyes trained on me. I don’t like the look she is giving me. It makes me uncomfortable, like she is sympathizing with me. She looks down at my palm and points to the lines on it. “See those lines across this long one? It indicates emotional trauma. Whatever your father or mother did to you, they did a handful. Might not seem like it to others but to you, they made an impact.” She points to another one. “This line going down, shows you’re creative. I know you have a creative mind and you’re going to use that creativity to make something beautiful and tragic at the same time.”

I nod my head. “I like writing a lot. I want to become a journalist and write for a living.”

“I can see you becoming an author but we won’t get ahead of ourselves just yet.” She pats my hand. “I know you don’t want to hear about palm reading. I know you came here to find out what you’re going to get yourself into in Arizona.”

“Yes, can you tell me?” I ask, eagerly and lean across the table.

Her lips form into a frown. “Although I can’t tell you the specifics, I can tell you that you will be happy. You will be showing your true self with friends who you can trust and who can make you happy. I know that you have a hard time finding friends but these friends will make an impact on your life. Even if you don’t talk to them for years, these friends will still be in your life, somehow, someway.”

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