"Dad, if we are done talking here, I am going to take Sean to my room to treat his injuries," said Jessica, slipping Sean's arm across her shoulders to support him.
"Wait—" her father's deep voice cut through the room like a whip. "—what do you mean by you are taking a man into your room?"
Jessica stopped mid-step, turned her head just enough to glare back at him. "I won't forgive you for messing with my boyfriend," she declared, before continuing toward the hallway.
Her father's face went pale, then red, then pale again. He froze for a moment, then blurted out in a trembling voice, "Oh no… she's going through her rebellious phase… My cute little girl… inviting a man into her room… and it's the same man that made her pregnant"
"Bye Dad" Said Jessica while she leaves the room with Sean.
The room fell silent after Jessica departure for some few seconds, One of the father's goons whispered to another, "Boss… want me to kill him now, before the baby grows?"
WHACK!
The father slapped the back of the goon's head so hard the man stumbled forward. "Do you want my daughter to hate me even more?! Go call the best doctor to treat my daughter's boyfriend's wounds! Move it!"
"Yes, boss!" both goons shouted in unison.
"Hurry!" the father barked.
The two men bolted out of the room, nearly tripping over each other.
The father's eyes glistened. He tilted his head toward the ceiling and cried out, "Rebecca! I'm sorry! I tried my best raising our daughter… I really tried!"
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Jessica and Sean finally reached her room. She opened the door, helping him inside before guiding him to sit on her neatly made bed.
"I'm coming, lemme go bring the first aid kit. Coming right back," she said, darting out with surprising speed.
Sean glanced around the room. It was like stepping into a bubblegum-scented dream,pink walls, shelves crammed with dolls, and an atmosphere so girly it almost felt radioactive. Everything was perfectly clean and tidy, with a faint sweet fragrance lingering in the air.
Then he noticed the massive book on her desk. Curiosity or maybe stupidity pulled him in. Limping over, he flipped it open.
On the first page, bold letters read: "Photos of when me and my lovely boyfriend started dating."
Sean blinked. The first photo looked like it had been taken without him knowing. Actually… all of them did. In every shot, the original owner of this body seemed completely unaware the pictures were being taken.
He flipped another page… and froze.
A single hair was taped neatly to the paper. Above it was written: "My BF's hair. I helped him cut it, so I'm keeping it as a trophy. No part of him will be wasted."
Sean's hands began to tremble. The further he went, the worse it got photos of him eating, sleeping… using the toilet… even taking a bath.
"This… this family is insane," he whispered. "I need to get out of here before they—"
"Oh, you've seen the photo book. Did you enjoy it?"
Her voice came from right behind him. Sean froze like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, he turned his head.
Fear crept up his spine. "Please… don't kill me," he said in the smallest voice possible.
"Huh? Why would I kill you? You're my boyfriend," she replied, smiling sweetly… and somehow, that made it even scarier.
"Oh you have seen the photo book, did you enjoy it?" said Jessica, closing the door with her foot as she walked in, carrying the first aid kit.
Sean froze like a deer caught in headlights. His hands trembled as he slowly closed the book.
"Enjoy it? Uh… yeah, if by enjoy you mean being emotionally scarred for life, then yes… ten out of ten."
Jessica tilted her head, smiling sweetly as she sat next to him. "Aww, that means you liked it. See? I knew you'd appreciate the memories."
"Memories?" Sean whispered, staring at her. "Jessica… there's a picture of me brushing my teeth in there."
"Yeah! That was such a cute morning. You had toothpaste foam on your lips ,adorable!" she replied, opening the kit without a hint of shame.
Sean blinked rapidly. "There's also a picture of me… on the toilet."
Jessica gasped dramatically. "And you still remember it! That means it's special to you too."
Sean's face twisted in disbelief. "Special?! That's a level of privacy invasion that should be in the Guinness World Records."
Jessica giggled, dabbing antiseptic on his arm. "Don't be silly. Couples shouldn't have secrets from each other. Besides… I even kept your hair!"
Sean sighed, looking at the ceiling. "Yeah, I saw that… and I'm still deciding whether that's cute or terrifying."
"It's cute!" she said quickly, patting his cheek. "One day, I'll have a full collection of your hair, your old clothes, maybe even your toothbrush when you throw it away."
Sean stared at her like she'd just confessed to being a serial killer. "…Remind me never to throw away anything in your house."
Jessica grinned, leaning closer. "Too late. I already have the sock you lost last month."
Sean blinked. "Wait… What..."
She nodded proudly. "It's in my drawer. It still smells like you."
Sean muttered under his breath, "Yeah, this girl's definitely gonna bury me alive one day…"
Jessica slapped his shoulder playfully. "Oh, stop being dramatic. You know you love me."
Sean forced a weak smile. "…Yeah. Love. That's one word for it."
Her eyes narrowed in mock suspicion. "What's the other word for it?"
Sean gulped. "Uh… exciting?"
Jessica's smile returned instantly. "Exactly! Now hold still, boyfriend, or I'll add a picture of you crying while I treat your wounds to the album."
Sean groaned. "…This is my life now, isn't it?"
"Now where do I put my camera " Said Jessica while she looks for it around her room .
She opens her drawer and started searching for it ,Sean looked at Sarah while she searches for the camera and takes it as a chance to escape .