#touchofhell

     There's a glimmer of the mouse she used to be – shining within her diamond eyes that match her newly found resilience. It's hard to vanquish age old insecurities, even harder to squash them with a threat in the form of an arrogant man. She clenches her jaw. Holds her head high despite the fact that she has to look up at him { just to see Hell }.

     ' Are you mocking me? '

   What kind of guilt tripping--

   “You for real? I don’t buy that ‘ we haven’t seen each other in years ’ crap for a second. Shit, Neel, I’m amazed you remember me at all. Y’ never gave me a good reason to not be rude.” A mark. A job. 

   “Nothin’.”

*  soft sin  /  @touchofhell.

THE SMIRK IS HIDDEN BEHIND HER GLASS.    —–  the neon lights of the club bounce of that WHISKEY.   she probably SHOULD HAVE been prepared for the conversation to go exactly THAT way.    it’s kristen,  after all.   she removes the glass of whiskey both when it’s EMPTY and when she has COMPOSURE,  a straight face.  she shifts over,  over,  over.   she’s now sitting DIRECTLY next to him.  that’s really nothing new. they’ve ALWAYS been exceptionally close.  what’s different is that she LEANS IN,  hand on his thigh,  mouth near his EAR.

WHAT JENNIFER NEEDS IS HELP.    -----   what she always does instead is the OPPOSITE.   she’s starting to see it as a calling.   there’s just NO going back.   instead she’s going to go FORWARD.  use your body as a WEAPON.    they always just COME for her.  all those assholes.   all those abusive people.   it’s not just MEN,  you know.  her latest was a woman.   she stopped asking QUESTIONS.   just heard the words out of an unsuspecting male’s voice at the meeting yesterday.    call her the redemption,  she SUPPOSES.

it’s one hit.  a thump.   the woman is DOWN.   she’s starting to like the struggle.

[ glad to see you back, friend <3 ]