Restore Me

by J.L. Seegars

a cup he knew was filled with the same mixture of Jack and Coke she’d been drinking all night.

I see you’ve been watching her all night… creep 🤭

Even though he never drank, he didn’t mind the smell on her.

And that’s how you know you’re sprung. If you don’t mind the taste of liquor on they breath and the smoke in their hair.

she sauntered over and perched herself on his lap.

BIG energy! She knows what she wants. Come ova big daddy

his darkness—that ugly, twisted part of him crafted by years of abuse and neglect at the hands of a narcissist—but

Damn. We jumped right into that didn’t we.

He’d be whatever she needed him to be.

Hmmmm is that right.

Why do you care how he says her name? She doesn’t belong to you.

Exactly!

“I called him and offered my services.”

An asshole

Okay, so I do get a sick satisfaction out of fighting with her. Is it really that surprising?

Disgusting work. Lol I like it

But tonight, he abandoned all of that. For me.

You not reading too much in this Sloane. That man loves you

“Get. In. The. Car. Before I go back in there and tear that man apart with my bare hands.”

Yes daddy

Something you do when you want a person to know they’re safe and loved. I’m not used to anyone doing things like that for me anymore. Not since Eric died.

It ain’t obvious girl?

It’s a testament to the unnatural dynamic between the three of us. The hands-off, narcissistic mother. The doting father who tried to fill in the gaps. And the broken only-child who let her childhood trauma ruin the best thing in her life.

“Please make sure to let us know which day you decide to grace us with your presence.

It’s the passive aggressiveness for meeee

but have never acted on out of fear of feeling too much like my father—a man who used his fists to hurt rather than protect, to break things down instead of building them up.

Warm breath caresses my neck as he leans down, putting his lips right at my ear.

Nigga don’t do that

leaving a tip that’s well over the twenty percent I usually

Yea smart man!

It’s notorious for being used as a make-out spot for couples who frequent the cafe.

Well played Maya

“She’d just see it as confirmation that she’s been right about me all along. Her twisted mind will find a way to make her the victim even though she called her own daughter an ungrateful little bitch and a constant source of disappointment.”

she fucking owns me.

“This feels amazing, but it’s not enough for you is it, baby? Next time we’ll have hours. I’ll strip you down with my teeth, so I can see every inch of you while I fuck you against the wall.”

I could just get another shirt to sleep in, or wear one of the many silly pajama sets Mama has gotten me for Christmas over the years, but that doesn’t sit right with me.

Girl I know you grieving but you got decide if you movin on or staying still