Chapter 8; The Same

It only happened to be a week later that Damianhad his cast removed and was only sporting a brace. She was happy he was safe again, no more injuries that just happen.

That night after school she changed right into her attire. Her parents were waiting, just waiting for her.

"Where were you?" Her mother yelled, Jessly cringed. She didn't need this after her test today.

"Out. Playing. Having fun." She said simply, stupidly. They watched her feed the pets, then sit onthe couch. "Any more onBatsy? Been a while since I've seen him and I want payback.This bruises still aren't gone." She laughed.

"Jessly, your father thinks it's best you don't go out anymore. You got in the way." Her mother said. Jessly looked up, standing on the couch.

"What. If I recall, I was the one saving your dead butts in the last fight." Her arms were crossed, and a scowl in her face.