139: Broken Pieces

Fenella’s POV "How dare you tell me to calm down?! How could you do this to me? Goddamnit!" I yelled again, both of my hands clenching the air. My eyes glared at Alan. He swallowed as I continued to curse him with harsh words. "Fenella, darling," Jessy said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and squeezing them tightly to help me regain control of my emotions. "Tell me, Clark. What makes you hate me so much?" I ran my fingers through my hair as tears kept streaming down my cheeks. I never thought that the man I believed was always helping me would turn out to be my schoolmate. The one I rejected before, the one bullied by Amy, is now part of Amy's family? "Is it true that Amy told you to ruin me?!" I asked him again in a high-pitched voice. There was no answer. The man just stood there, frozen, watching me lose control of myself. Jessy kept squeezing my shoulders, and slowly I started to feel the physical pressure, helping me stay on my ground. "It's not like that at all, Fenella. Ju