Once the words started coming out, they didn’t stop, like a train master who was simply unable to pull the train up in time, I just motored on. What would Jax think of me now, his little drug addicted, whoring Angel? God I was as pathetic as Marcus told me. The disrespect I had shown myself, my body was shameful and then to top it off, I was running like a scared little rabbit, still allowing Marcus to control my life. I was living every second of every day with Marcus in my mind and it had to stop. Regardless of what Jax now thought of me, he said he would find out if Marcus was still searching for me, so that was a start. I could only hope that he had moved on to bigger and better things, and if so, maybe I could have a future here in Claymont, anywhere for that matter. If I didn’t have to live in fear of Marcus, I could go anywhere or be anything. I rubbed my head which thundered like a jackhammer. I felt ill for having spilled my guts, old memories had been cracked open and I just wanted to curl up somewhere and forget.
