Screw Me Over ✔️

Jessica

What's up, folks?! I hope you guys are doing well because this Corona is making many people panic! Please remember to STAY INSIDE! It helps tremendously! #readtogether

Anyway...

Churches, right? Just goes to show that ya just can't trust every place you go to. No matter how holy it is.

ANYWAY, do you think Tiffany has finally cracked?! Has Bryce finally torn down that wall that Tiffany's held up for the longest time? 

Well, we are back with a new chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Jessica's time to...uh....decorate with her wrath. 😁

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story!

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫
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"FUCK!" I cried as the art easels flew around the bright red ass apartment from my fingertips as my anger got the best of me again. Hundred dollars' worth of painted and non-painted canvases were torn apart, ripped into to shreds to fall all over the black fluffed carpet due to my cat claws and sharp teeth. The metallic taste fell over my tongue as my hands grabbed tubes of paint and squeezed them, making them burst throughout the condo. Colors of blue, pink, yellow, and green splat from the tops of these tubes just to redecorate Leo's red condominium. Brushes snapped at my hands' command and the pieces were thrown all over the place.

"NOT AGAIN!" Those dark thoughts fell through my mind, but they were not of my mother. Those were long gone.

The person that bought me all of these things, the person that was supposed to be in my arms right now, the person that so-called loved me...she crept into my mind and haunted me like a fucking ghost.

Cold tears fell down my hot cheeks as memories of my once future wife meandered through my mind. Thoughts of what we could have been swam through my mind like an angry jellyfish.

This bitch didn't even know the whole damn story and why? Because her sorry ass decided to run out of the hospital when I needed her the most. Then, she has the nerve-

No, she felt that she had the RIGHT to say that I was being vindictive towards my Mama! I'm the bad person here for pulling the plug on my already dead Mama! She couldn't stay alive. She was already dying. Why make my Mama stay in a world that was so cruel any longer? Why make her suffer in this place anymore than she needed to?

She treated me like a stone-cold killer that was out to kill her next. I know I can be crazy and shit, but FUCK! I'm not psychotic! There were plenty of chances where I could have slit her throat and possibly sold her organs on Ebay. But there were those fucking morals again.

Something just told me that it was still there. That fire and passion in our relationship. That tough love stopped me from giving her the ten-finger combo to that beautiful freckled face of hers. That spark stopped me from throwing some of our laundry bleach into her beers just to see her die a slow death.

And to top all of this shit off, she tries to make a compromise or some shit. Saying that she wanted a break to get her thoughts together. She tried to persuade me to do the same and wanted to see other people.

FUCK THAT SHIT! It's all or nothing when you're in love with someone! I gave up so much shit for this whore only for her to sleep around on me and lie on me. Only for her to cheat on me and make me feel so little about myself. Make me feel as though I just wasn't enough to her.

We were supposed to be significant others, lovers, partners in crime, the rainbow in a world filled of black and white. That's not what she wanted. She wanted to be free. She wanted her fucking freedom, to fuck around, to go out and get sloppy drunk still. She did that during our relationship only to come back home to kiss me on the lips as if nothing happened.