Jessica looked mortified for a second, "who said anything 'bout me fuckin' a stranger? WHO? I didn'! As for your advice, I'd take advice...but it feels like ya are attackin' me instead!" Jessica took a moment to collect herself. Both hands are now fisted at her sides, once she was a bit calmer though Jessica ran her hands under her eyes. Doing her best to sweep the last of the wet blood away from her face. Now she felt a bit more centered, and easy.

She had no idea what he wanted from her, nor what he wanted her to say to him? She told him she did care about herself, but he wasn't buying it it seemed. She didn't know what else to say! She did know she was being honest, that she did care about herself and what happened to herself as well.

She felt a little more than offended when he tells her that she is full fucked up in the head. She felt terrible, she did, but truth be told--she was now kind of stunned as well. It showed on her face, because she looked completely stunned as she stood there staring after him. He was going to leave her here, and she didn't want him too, but she felt shocked by what he said and how he was treating her. There was also the small matter of feeling like he was not really listening to anything she had to say.

"Why'd ya say tha'? Tha' I'm full fucked up in the head? Why'd ya say tha', Wylie? If ya think I am nothin' but some fucked lil girl, why are ya even tryin'? I neva' said ya didn' care!"