She went way further—she dug out my beloved calligraphy and paintings and pissed all over them.
One of those paintings had been a rare gift from my mentor, and I could feel my blood boil. I was beyond furious. If I could’ve, I would’ve torn Jessica apart right then and there.
She was doing this purposefully, trying to get back at me to take her stuff. But here’s the thing—everything in that room had originally been mine.
I sneered, no longer afraid to scream like I had in my past life.
Instead, when Jessica wasn’t looking, I grabbed her little leg and lifted her by it. She immediately let out a high-pitched squeal, panic in her piglet voice.
Just as I was about to kick her, Logan barged in, rushing over and snatching her up, holding the pig protectively in his arms.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" he yelled. "I told you, I’ll send her away in a few days. You can’t treat her like this!"
Scott came in right behind him. Seeing Jessica trembling in Logan’s arms, whining and scared, he didn’t even ask what had happened.
Instead, he looked at me and yelled, "Alexa, you're all grown up now. Why are you picking on a little animal? What has it ever done to you?"