JESSICA

“Jessica Timothy,” My mother's voice came came through from the other line, stern, cold. Just as I was used to.

I looked down at my watch, fest stomping impatiently. I wanted this call to be over. I so desperately wanted to end it. But then again, that would warrant another lecture.

“I have warned you away from that family countless times…I have warned you away from that child of the Guerreros,” She sighs, “Why do you not listen?”

“Amelia is my friend, Mother,” I said stiffly, “She isn't just a child of the Guerreros, she is my friend.”

I heard a scoff, “That family is not one to be messed with, do you know who her mother was? If they find out they have family this close, will you be able to handle the aftermath of their wrath?!” She practically screeched over the phone.

“I have left you to do whatever you choose, being a stupid doctor, running off with countless men like a fucking prostitute but don't you dare put our family in jeopardy because you so desperately want to rebel,” S