She felt Jay’s hands resting on her shoulder as he slipped into the bathroom to stare helplessly at herself in the mirror. Despite wanting to be the badass b***h, a part of her still very much wanted her parents to love her and fight for her. It hurt to be reminded constantly they didn’t love her as much as each other and she was nothing more than a burden.
She met Jay’s eyes in the mirror, hating hers were turning red with unshed tears. “I feel like I’m a fake. Imposter syndrome or something. I wanted to simply let them go and live their lives and trust they wouldn’t do anything more to hurt me, but I know you and Bo were right in the car on the way here. My mother would sell me for a nickel if it meant she’d survive a day longer. I can’t trust her.”
“I know, baby,” he turned her in his
