John
It takes me a moment to realize that she is really here and not just a figment of my imagination. She looks beautiful in her black pencil skirt and red blouse. She looks thinner and that worries me. "When was the last time you ate?" I ask her before I can stop myself.
Probably the last time you did." She says as tears start streaming down her face. I flinch at the sight of those tears and then groan when my face feels like it is set aflame. How many punches did I take tonight? "John, you have to stop doing this." Jena says, pulling my attention back to her. I feel ashamed that she is seeing me like this, but she doesn't understand. I needed to feel something.
"You have no right to come here and tell me what to do. Not after you left." I tell her, not caring that my family is stan
