January 26, 2012
Does the therapist ever make anyone else cry?
Well… We’re different people. I’m nice, he’s not. Reblogged fromI can’t really imagine anyone making you cry, Jared. Maybe I’ll get used to it.
He does cry, Jenny. He just likes people to think he is a cold hearted bastard.
Hi, Jack, it’s good to see you again. I don’t think Jared can be that cold-hearted, not if you’re part of him.
January 26, 2012
So, therapy …
They think it’s good. That doesn’t make it so. Reblogged fromBad. Stirring up old and forgotten memories. Stuff that doesn’t need to be brought back. IRS sending us mad.
Oh, I’m sorry. That doesn’t sound good at all, it sounds terrible. But, if they’re doing that, they must think it’s good for you, right?
January 25, 2012
So, therapy …
Bad. Stirring up old and forgotten memories. Stuff that doesn’t need to be brought back. IRS sending us mad. Reblogged from
Its getting intense.
I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Are you okay?
January 24, 2012
January 24, 2012
Does the therapist ever make anyone else cry?
I can’t really imagine anyone making you cry, Jared. Maybe I’ll get used to it.
He does cry, Jenny. He just likes people to think he is a cold hearted bastard.
January 22, 2012
January 20, 2012
anyone here?
What makes you say that?
The fact that it isn’t. You just have no self control.
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January 19, 2012
anyone here?
Being a Klepto isn’t a skill. Reblogged fromI’m not fucked up, alright? I just have a gift that others don’t seem to appreciate. Get over it.
What’s this so called gift then?
Well, you could call it kleptomania … but I call it skill.
i like to keep my issues strong
January 19, 2012
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It might not have been safest assumption to make, but since Jared kept threatening her instead of doing anything, Jenny didn’t think he really wanted to hurt he. He certainly seemed angry and frustrated, but he hadn’t done anything and maybe he wouldn’t as long as she didn’t give him a reason to. She could be wrong, she knew that, and the consequences of being wrong would be terribly painful, but Jenny was willing to take that risk.
She could hear nurses standing just outside the door and that reassured her, because Jenny was sure that if she screamed, so would instantly catch their attention. They’d get Jared away from her and coo over what a poor, brave girl she was, being attacked by him. Maybe they wouldn’t think of it that way immediately, but Jenny was sure she could find some way to convince them that’s what happened.
When Jared finally did make a move against her, his clenched hand barely stopping before connecting with her face, Jenny sucked in a shocked breath. She was too stunned to move, frozen as she stared at his knuckles and the lines where his fingers pressed together. After all his threats, he’d stopped himself from acting them out fully, still not hurting her.
He issued another order for her to leave and Jenny let out her breath as she raised her eyes to look at him. He still looked furious and his fist was still hovering in the air before her face, just like the nurses were still outside. Jenny blinked up at him, “Only if you come with me.”
“Oh my god, what the hell is your problem? Do you want me to kill you? Is that what you want, you stupid little bitch?” He dropped his fist from her face and instead, grabbed her wrist. Pulling her off the bed, Jared dragged her over to the door, not caring about hurting the girl. His grip was pretty tight and he opened his bedroom door, much to the surprise of the gathering officials outside.
Pushing her into the hallway, Jared looked at the girl he had ejected from his room. “Now, listen to me little girl. You fuck off and you don’t come back, alright? You don’t look at me, talk to me, even think about me. Whether its me or Jack, I don’t care! Stay the fuck away!” He slammed the door, leaning against it, his heart beating fast.
‘Why did he stop? If that was anyone else or any other day, he would have murdered them. But, he didn’t want to.’ Groaning loudly, Jared walked over and flopped onto his bed, screaming into the pillow.
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January 19, 2012
anyone here?
I’m not fucked up, alright? I just have a gift that others don’t seem to appreciate. Get over it.
What’s this so called gift then?
Reblogged fromi like to keep my issues strong
