June 29th, 2023
2 PM

"Charleston psychiatric hospital – how may I help you?"

"Um – hi –" I awkwardly pause, "I'm Athena Green and I'm calling in to see if you can pick up this fuckin' lunatic I've been forced to live with."

"Of course, miss." the receptionist coughed on the other line before the tapping noises of nails hitting a keyboard rung through my ears, "May I ask what's going on? The symptoms?"

"What do you mean – the symptoms? This motherfucker has gone CRAZY! As in off his fuckin' rocker – lost his marbles. I've been dealing with this shit for THREE days, lady, and I honestly fear for my fuckin' life at this point."

"In what ways has this person mare you fear for your life?" can you just stop these useless questions and just send some people to come pick up JK's ass with some of those damn tranquilizers and a straight jacket? 

I hoped when they came I could snap a few pics of JK in one of those straight jackets – I bet the man would pull one off.

"For fuck's sake," the words left my mouth in an exaggerated huff, "He has been suspiciously kind to me and it's freaking me out! For fuck's sake, the man has never smiled at me a day in his fuckin' life – and now he never stops smiling since I came back to this athena-forsaken-house and I. Need. Help. Help me. Take his ass to the nut house and put him in one of those jackets – and maybe give him a couple jabs with a tranq to calm his fuckin mind, if that's alright – and get him the fuck away from me."

The sound of the line hanging up was the only reply I got.

A loud groan left my lips and in a moment of pettiness, I threw my phone down on the pillow with a sad pout.

"Damn it." I muttered underneath my breath, falling back against the mattress.

That was the third fuckin' nut house I've called today – and they still wouldn't hear me out fully and come take JK away.

Those bastards – makin' my fuckin' life harder than it needs to be.
Ugh.
Screw my life.

"What are you doing?" JK asked curiously from the doorway. I groaned even louder and threw my arm over my eyes.

"Questioning my existence on this fuckin' earth," I grouched snippily, "You?"

"Questioning your sanity and coming to tell you that lunch is ready." I heard his musical voice rumble in amusement. I loathed the sound of his voice...more like I loathed the fact that I liked it.

My toes curled in an effort to not jump up and either kiss or strangle the hell outta JK.

"Not hungry."

Was I still being a petty ass bitch? Oh, hell the fuck yes I was.
I was a petty bitch and I'd admit it too.

JK let out a tired sigh, "C'mon, you gotta eat – you missed breakfast, princess. I made kimchi fried rice."

My mouth watered imagining eating that delicious meal that was waiting for me in the kitchen – but then I remembered where he and I stood, and unwillingly held my ground.

"You have it." I still had yet to remove the arm over my eyes, "Sawyer and Kayli invited me out to lunch."

That bitch deserves to eat alone – oh! and better yet, invite Lib – no, Libby? Liddy? – whatever the fuck her name was to eat lunch with you.

I wanted to spew those toxic fuckin' words out, but I withheld the strong as fuck urge when I remembered that if I said that, it may seem like I was jealous of the bitch.

And maybe I was.

Maybe I wasn't.

I hate feelings.

"Oh, um, okay then." I cringed at the unwanted feeling of guilt swelling inside my gut at hearing his downtrodden tone but steeled myself. "Princess – I –" his words were cut off by the doorbell ringing and on cue, Bam jumped up from beside me, startled, and lept off the bed, barking like fuckin' mad on his way to the front door.

Eager to be away from him before my resolve crumbled into dust, I gritted my teeth. "You going' to get that?"

"...Uh...yeah. Sure – I'm just...gonna go, okay?" JK cut in quietly, hearing the sounds of his loud footsteps walk down the hallway, my entire body turned to mush, and melted into the mattress. I was reveling in the feeling of being free from JK's watchful – too all-knowing gaze until I heard that familiar eardrum busting, annoying chirpy voice of Liddy fuckin' Johnson.

"God hates me." I sobbed into my pillow, completely exhausted from these unwanted emotions coursing through my body. I threw a pillow over my head, hoping, chanting, praying, cursing, and pleading he wouldn't start the shit he started weeks ago.

I couldn't fuckin' take it.

I still had sleep to catch up on.

Should I just smother myself with this fluffy pillow and just go to the afterlife quietly?

Ugh; decisions, decisions.

Thankfully the pillow over my head muffled out the sound of Liddy's screeching voice, and I only hoped the bish would leave soon so I could call Sawyer to pick my lonely ass up and take me out of my misery – and starvation mode. 'Cause I was so fuckin' hungry I could eat an entire McDonalds.

Maybe I should just check myself into the nut house instead of JK – because I feel like I'm losing my mind.

"You know what? Fuck this." I groaned and jumped up from the bed – my nosiness getting the best of me – and left the room.

'Casually' walking into the kitchen – while getting a good view of the front door, I opened the fridge and withdrew a bottle of water, cracked it open, and took a good, long sip, of the life-giving liquid, and watched the door.

JK, wearing a Nike navy and nude colored sweatpants and a matching jacket leaned against the doorway with a tired expression on his otherwise perfect face. He sighed and shoved his long dark hair out of his eyes, and twiddled with the multiple rings on his sexy fingers afterwards.

Liddy, still standing on the doorstep, peered up at the tall man with an unattractive pout and ruffled her red hair with her claw-like nails, "So? What do you say? Can we do it again?--"

"Look, Liddy – it was a one time thing –" 

I could hardly withhold the snort of amusement and promply turned my back to the pair and snickered into the water bottle.

I ignored Liddy's cries and pleads and only tuned in when the door closed in her face and JK came inside the kitchen just as I threw the plastic bottle in the recycle bin.

"Are you leaving?" he chimed up from behind me – close enough to where I could feel his body heat soak into the fabric of my shirt.

"Yeah," I smacked my lips happily, finally turning around to face him, the force of my twirl causing my curls to bounce around my face.
I peered into JK's big doe eyes and sucked in a sharp breath when I found him already staring deeply – unknown emotion within the depths of his beautiful eyes.

His gaze shot down to my lips for a split second before he tore it away and focused on my curls.

"Liddy seemed upset – what was wrong?" I asked innocently, a devious plan in mind.

JK eyed my lips once more – a hungry spark lighting within his eyes, and slowly nodded, "You can probably guess." He slightly smiled, licking at his lip rings thoughtfully. 

"Ah, okay," I nodded with a light giggle, "It's probably a good thing you didn't – because back in high school her new boyfriend broke up with her 'cause she had an STD." I watched in sick amusement as JK's handsome face crumpled in shock, before dread and horror dawned upon him. "Just lettin' you know because you use the downstairs bathroom sometimes – and I gotta keep my fuckin' shit clean, you know?"

I moved past JK as loud foreign curses left his lips rapidly, and I let him in the kitchen; pacing and muttering about going to the hospital.

I'm so fuckin' evil, hehe.
I love it.

Fuckin' sucker.

I got such a devious motherfuckin' mind, don't I?

author's note ; ✨

I've been gone for too damn long!
But I've just been feeling so burnt out and exhausted. I hope you enjoy chapter twenty - one!
great things are coming soon for TOA!
Love u all ❤️✨
Thanks for reading!