But when Jessica found out she was being sent away, she jumped off a building in her grief and ended up in a vegetative state.
Logan, though, didn’t take his anger out on me. Instead, he bought me the little pig I had wanted for so long.
I was flattered, even hugging it to sleep that night, hoping we’d form a bond.
But then, it suddenly switched from being calm and sweet to biting me hard.
Not wanting to bother my family, I went to get vaccinated alone.
But when I returned, my room was completely wrecked.
The pillows and blankets were shredded, covered in excrement. My new clothes were torn apart and scattered across the floor. Even the family portrait frame on the bedside table had been smashed.
As I opened the door, the little pig glared at me fiercely, its mouth twisting into a strange, unsettling grin. It bit into the head of a plush toy like it was taunting me.
I froze, breaking out in a cold sweat, and couldn't stop myself from screaming.
Logan rushed in at the sound, but he didn't believe me when I told him what happened.