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touch a hair on her, I will hurt you in all kinds of ways Corey. You might be family, but when you're acting like this you're nothing to me. If I hear, or see you hurting her again it won't end well for you and that is a promise.” The look on Rex’s face is of pure hate and rage. The one on Corey’s face well let’s just say I’ve waited forever to see his mouth fall open in awe.
    “They won't ever accept her Rex. Never. Not after what she's done to my family. They’ll disown you, I’ll make them. I’ll make your lives hell.” Corey continues to threaten. I look to Rex for an answer as to what I’ve done to his family. Confusion sets in as I filter through my thoughts and time spent with Corey and his family.
    Nothing sticks out or pin points to what he’s talking about. “What are you talking about?  I haven’t done anything to your family.” I say furiously. A wolfish smile appears on Corey’s face, and I feel like we're in an intense game of chess. Like one more wrong move could cost us the game.
    “You never told her Rex?” Corey says all too excited. “Never told me what?” I ask Rex, curiously. What the hell is Corey up to? I remind myself that whatever I hear is just another way for him to dig his evil claws into me. It’s just another way to hurt me.
    “Just stop Corey. Go find someone else to terrorize.” Rex says roguishly, and from the way he's avoiding the question, and the way his body language is, I’m just going to assume that whatever Corey is going to say is going to cost us the game. The question is can I pick up the pieces, or will it all be unrepairable.
    “Oh this is great. You see Jenna… I actually had it wrong this whole time you know. It wasn’t you who was the only slut. You can’t become one without having a good example of one walking around in your life daily. You know someone to show you the ropes, how to connive and use people, how to ruin people’s lives. Oh no, the only person who could’ve taught you those kind of things is your mother.”
    I stare at him wide eyed, is he on drugs. He has to be, my mom works impossibly hard. She's fought for her nurse position at the hospital for
    so long, all she ever has time for is work. “I think you have the wrong person, also are you on crack, because if so, I think you should lay off… its messing with your head.” I push myself away from Rex’s body and walk around his truck to the door, pulling myself into it and slamming the door. I’m done listening to his lies, his insults. He always tries to find a way to fuck with everyone’s happiness. I refuse to give him that anymore. I stare blankly as I watch Corey’s facial expressions morph into rage, I can’t see Rex’s, but I know he’s doing whatever he can to get him to stop. What seems like hours, which is only a few minutes later, Rex enters the truck.
    A bleak look on his face, he looks tense, his eyes meet mine and the storm cloud blue is dark just like the clouds when they fill with water, the way they look before a big storm is about to occur. A look between disgust, and self loathe crosses his face, and I feel the need to reach out and comfort him.  I don’t though, because for some reason I’m rooted to my seat. So I hope my words can.
    “It’s not your fault he’s that way…” I mutter out. The tension in the truck is almost more than I can take. Sweat beads on my forehead, and my stomach feels like it’s going on a rollercoaster ride of emotions.
    “Fuck.” He roars out, as he slams his fist into the steering wheel multiple times. The anger that’s raging out of him startles me. I’ve never seen someone act like this before.
    “God. Fuck. I’m sorry.” He says, sorrow filling his voice. I smile over at him. He has nothing to be sorry for, although his anger is unnerving it’s exactly how I feel on a daily basis.
    “Don’t be sorry. We all have to let our feelings out sometimes.” I say patting his knee affectionately. He runs his