Argos: A Reflection

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In retrospect, love is not at all like a roller coaster. Instead, it's kind of like a fireworks display-- a bunch of small explosions building up to the one that ends your current love affair.
Jenette Williams sat, curled up on her favorite chair by the window, musing. Things had gotten weird recently. Well, weird was probably an understatement. See, Jenette had been dating one of the most powerful men in Argos City, and the second most powerful in the cult she belonged to. After a long, and sometimes literally tortuous, liaison, the redhead had managed to escape by changing factions in the slowly fracturing cult. She also had requested Samedi's protection from Jacob Valentine, considering the power that he had over her.
The reasons why she had left the former football player were definitely complicated and numerous. Sure, sometimes she liked pain with her pleasure, but almost dying wasn't part of her kink. Jacob had grown more violent in their lovemaking sessions, and vore wasn't exactly her gig.
She also hated the way he'd used her to gain rank in the Followers of the Ghede. It would be different if he would have at least acknowledged that she was instrumental in his rise in rank and power, but he hadn't. That hurt her.
Finally-- and this was probably the hardest thing to admit-- part of the reason she hated Allison Halloway so fervently was because the redhead had finally admitted to herself what she'd felt for years-- a deep, abiding longing, perhaps even love, for Allison's high school sweetheart and current beau, Michael Smith.
It had made things especially convoluted after Jacob, in his role as faction leader, had ordered her to kill Michael. When she returned to the blond, unable to comply, he had taken control of her psychic powers away from her, albeit briefly.
That was probably the last straw. Taking her powers was basically a rape of her soul. Even at his most violent, Jacob hadn't sunk to physical rape. At least, not before she'd tried to leave the first time.
It was time to leave, she thought to herself, staring out of the window at the sky. Ironically, the room she now occupied was the room in which Allison and Michael had found respite during their entrapment in the mansion.
She sensed Mike when she was in the room, due to an old bloodstain she'd refused to scrub off of the brick fireplace. Mingled with Alli's essence, it pained her. But, considering that she could feel his new-found confusion and pain over his relationship with Allison, it brought some kind of bittersweet pleasure.
Staring into the night sky, she let a single tear fall before swiping at her eyes impatiently and standing.
Shit was going to go down. She had to be ready.