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I wanted to scream and howl at the injustice of it all. I wanted to wrap my hands around my father’s throat and curse him for giving Jack to me, but most of all, I wanted to curl up in a corner and sob. No matter what I did, no matter how I looked at the situation, there was no escape. I knew what I had to do, and it sucked. I also knew that nothing Jack said was the truth. There was something bigger going on. I had a feeling I’d been a pawn in whatever game he was playing from the moment he entered and destroyed my life.
I’d been such an i***t.
So f*****g arrogant to think I’d somehow outsmarted a demon.
So f*****g stupid.
I still didn’t have all the facts, but I didn’t really need them. Jack thought he’d won. The smug grin on his demonic face told me that. The way he looked at Mi
