[color= #049fe0]Jezebel Mallory Sloane[/color]
‘How the hell do you expect me to believe you?’
Those words broke the part of Jezebel that was still holding herself together. “I can’t… I can’t expect you to trust me.” She nodded slightly, looking down with tears rolling down her cheeks. “You could, and I’d deserve it.” The thought hurt, but Jezebel felt like she deserved it if Mikel did go into that party and make out with each girl there. All she had ever known was being responsible for screwing everything up. Everything always fell apart because of her somehow. Just when things were going alright, she screwed up once again. She watched as Mikel walked into the bathroom and stood up from where she had been sitting. She paused by the door to his room, to see for herself that there was nowhere to go, then walked to the bathroom herself, pausing against the doorway. She glanced down at the shards of the mirror and broken bottle, then at Mikel as he was getting undressed. If she knew what to say, she would say it. She didn’t want to lose him, she knew she really cared about him, even if she had so many conflicting feelings. Whatever he needed her to tell him so he knew she cared, she would. “Just… tell me what you want.” She spoke quietly, ready for anything he said. She would explain anything he wanted, she would do whatever he needed her to do after what she did, even if he wanted her out of his life.