/Jane's pov/
The f**k he's is a really good one; he made me scream properly and loudly. Is this what you were hoping to hear? All it takes is one great screw to put me over Sam, and all of my problems will simply vanish into thin air. "Do you think you're f**king crazy?" I let out a growl. I looked down at Kurt, who appeared to be in such discomfort that he was probably contemplating hiding under the dining room table.
Language, Jane! It's all about language!" The words of my father were harsh: "We raised you better than that."
"Sorry, I forgot about that. I was brought up in a better environment, but you know what? That daughter of yours passed away on the same day her boyfriend was killed!
I'll never forget the day everything went to hell in a handbasket and my f**king perfect lif
