Five days ago.
Jessie ran as fast as she could straight to her room, she was so angry. Tears fell from her eyes and she fell to sat on the floor her back to the door.
"Oh yeah? So I shouldn't have bought you that day, probably. Left you at the mercy of some deranged sicko, who you'd probably be sucking off right now like some whore!"
Jason's voice, his vulgar statement kept replaying in her head, she slammed her hands against the sides of her head to block out the sound that came from within. It didn't stop until she couldn't take it anymore, she got up and pulled off the covers of the bed and threw them on the floor.
Walking to the vanity she pushed her hands across it forcefully pushing everything down along with her. She grabbed a scissors from the floor and began ripping the wall papers.
