Jubilee walked into the empty kitchen. The sleeves of her long yellow jacket hid the cuts on her narrow wrists.
"Good, he's not here," she whispered immediately wanting to throw up at the very thought of him. Him and his sexual obsession. Yanking open the refrigerator, Jubilee grabbed a piece of cake left from someone's birthday party last night. She hadn't been there, and she was pretty sure she hadn't been missed. She slowly ate the cake with her fingers, sliding one of the steak knives out of the drawer and into her waiting pocket. Not for the first time her chest her. She was almost glad at the physical pain. It took her mind off of the break up and the reasons. Reasons that were her fault.
Maybe I'm wrong, she thought sadly sliding her hand into the pocket with the knife and feeling the blade with her fingertips. Everyone was wrong about her. They thought she wasn't innocent, that she'd give it out, that's what happened with Bobby. He had wanted sex; she wanted to wait, until marriage? Jubilee wasn't sure about waiting that long, but she hadn't wanted to lose her virginity to Bobby Drake in the back of the x-van, no, she didn't want it to be like that. Her hand curled around the knife, the points on the blade poking small holes in her palm and fingers as the tears started to fall for the first time from her dark eyes.