Her Own Savior- Jessy&Tom
Jessica walked down the street at night, trying to ignore the ruckus from certain bars and hoodlums. The petite blonde was coming back from closing up the library, a stint she was thinking was coming to an end. The library just wasn't where girls like her hung out anymore.
The short skirt of her dress swished as she walked, moving with the sway of her hips. This girl was much more confident than the one who had walked this street months before. Before she met Tom. The thought of him made her heart ache. She missed him so much.
Jess was so lost in thought that she didn't realize that she was being followed until she heard a familiar voice. 'Don't have a scary protector this time, aye girl?' Blonde hair flew as Jessica whipped her head around to see the same gang of men from the night she met Tom. What a coincidence. She proceeds to ignore them and continue walking, blocking out whatever words they have to say.
This tactic worked pretty well until one of them grabbed her arm. 'Did you hear me girl? I asked where your protector was?" Jessica glared. "I don't need one." She hissed, her free hand grabbed onto his wrist, palm glowing gold as she burned her hand print onto his flesh.