Page 37 of Jack

When Jack left, it hit me that Jack could ruin me, and I freaked.

I have dodged his calls and texts.

Childish and pathetic I know, but I am struggling with how to handle how he makes me feel, but also how I will cope if he ever hurts me.

For days I went through everything that Christopher did to me, and it made me see that I was a freaking doormat, and I hate that. I conformed to what my family expected of me, and I now see that I am not that person anymore, but some damage has already been done.

No matter how beautiful Jack made me feel, how sexy, I have not been able to get my ex’s words out of my head, not to mention my mother’s snide remarks.

My vision blurs as I look down at the dead fish in the pretty box.

It has to have come fromhim.

He is the one who called me a dead fish.

Why is he doing this?

He cheated on me with my cousin then freaking married her.

An image flashes through my mind of how angry Jack was at the wedding when he heard what Christopher said to me. I know that he plans on hurting my ex, whether he is a cop or not. He said those words.

I can’t have Jack being hurt or sent to jail for me. He has to think of Dominic.

The club will have the police on their backs if they get wind of this, and I do not want to bring my troubles to them. It is my issue, and I will have to talk to my parents to get him to stop.

“Shit.” I cry into my hands as I sink to the floor.

Why can’t he just leave me alone?

He got married to my cousin for crying out loud.

This is not the first time something has happened this week linking to my ex. I got a text message from an unknown number, asking if Jack liked eating smelly days’ old fish. Maybe some should be delivered to the club if he likes it so much.

I cried that night, lying in my bed and thinking over my relationship with Christopher like it was a movie playing in my head. So many red flags went up around me and I ignored them all. I was the fool many, many times during our time together and all the while he was laughing at me behind my back with a blood relative.

Goes to show that blood does not always make you family.

Anger seeps in, overpowering the need to sit and wallow.

Gripping the box in my hand, I step over to the trash can. Stepping on the pedal, it pops open, and I slam the box inside, dead fish and all. Washing my hands, I sniff and almost gag.

You can still smell the god-awful scent, so I open the windows of my apartment, as well as the doors that lead to my balcony that overlooks the ocean.

I fell in love with the place as soon as I saw my view. The sound of the water and hearing people enjoying their days make my heart warm. Life should be easy, not hard.

We only get one life to live, so why not fill it with things that we love? I love making pretty things out of sugar and sponges, and cakes.

Jack makes me happy. Seeing Dominic smile makes my heart happy.

So why are you avoiding him?

The question vibrates around my head.

Shaking it off, I lean on the balcony rail, closing my eyes and soaking up the sun, as it fills the sky with its warmth.

“Lilith,” Kady calls as she steps into my apartment.

My smile widens when I hear her call out to me. Stepping back inside, I see that she brought Tree, Joss, and Willa.

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