I know what Jack did—downplayed who I am so his father wouldn’t see me as a threat. And really, he’s right. I am a nobody to Jack. Barely even a someone to my own mother. I’m a homeless runaway with a price on my head, who Jack owes nothing to… except his life. He might see things differently. Probably would argue we’re even since he’d just prevented his father from “eliminating” the problem.
Still pisses me off though. Not sure why. I do hate it when people dismiss me, but at the same time, I’ve spent most of my life trying to be invisible. Do I want to be somebody or not?
The upside is I have absolutely no guilt now about permanently borrowing his clothes.
I come out of the bathroom, working a pathetically small comb I’ve snatched from under his sink through my hair.
Jack’s leaning
